Keen, dark brown eyes watched closely as the human inched closer. Honestly, at this point, it was difficult to tell which of the two was more high strung. Even if Iris was trembling slightly while struggling with staying still, she had to admit that the meek little human looked even worse for the wear. That rifle in her hands was moving in all directions, even when the female attempted at holding it tightly in her grasp. And those large eyes never once dared stray to look into Iris's dark orbs, as if the female was afraid of what might happen would her gaze meet with the wolf's. That was a smart move though... it'd never be good for anyone's health to stare into the eyes of a wolf. Once Nina crouched down next to the trap and got within touching range, Iris bared her teeth a little in warning. But she didn't growl loudly or otherwise scare that woman any more than she really needed to. She felt vulnerable like this, and did not like it in particular to have the human so close to her, but she understood that she needed help. She'd never get out of this shitty situation otherwise. So, the animal watched intently, but quietly, as the rifle was wedged into the trap. She then ground her teeth tightly together for the pain she knew was about to come her way.<br/><br/>In answer to Nina's words, a gruff rumble was heard from the wolf. It almost sounded like she wanted to say:<u>'Yeah yeah, I know - just get on with it'</u>. Despite her having lived out here for so long without communicating with anyone, Iris was surprisingly quick to catch onto Nina's words and understanding her nervous glances and the obvious body language. It had probably a lot to do with the fact that Iris had already been 12 years old when she lost her family; so her vocabulary and communication skills had already been very well developed. But, she still felt like there was an invisible wall between herself and that young woman whom was aiding her. The wild side of her heart and mind put up a very high and thick barricade and it'd need some time to lower down, before they would be able to fully communicate with each other. But, alas, she did remain still and tried to stay calm when the cracking and protesting sound of iron jaws opening echoed throughout the forest.<br/><br/>Iris<b>felt </b>how each of the steel teeth left her flesh; the process was quick but still felt like an eternity to the wolf. The pain caused white stars to flash before her eyes and she almost felt light headed for a second there. A soft whine was the only indication of the ravaging pain she experienced, before she was already scrambling on three legs away from the human. The carnivore didn't go far, only needed to put a few meters between them, before she sat down and twisted her large body so she could get started with licking the wounds that were bleeding rather freely now. Her eyes, however, never left the other female. Would Nina start moving, either closer or further away, the wolf would stop licking her leg and raise her powerful head up to watch her. She didn't growl again, but it was obvious that she was being very skittish at the moment. The blood dripped down into the ground, but she thought she could handle that. As long as her leg was not broken, things would be fine. Or so she tried telling herself at least.