The sound of the steel leaving wolf's flesh was enough to make Nina's stomach turn too, but she managed to hold the trap open for long enough that there was no leg between its jaws anymore. As she released, the trap snapped right back as it had been, bending the rifle. Oh well, it's not like I came here hunting anyway, the girl thought to herself before turning to the animal to her side. There was blood. A lot of it. In the lab they had discovered that these beings heal much faster than your usual wolf - or human either - but by the looks of it, this was still pretty bad. Nina's hand moved to her bag and she hesitated a moment. Clearly it understood her, even replied in its own way, but would it let her help her treat the wound? Get close again, now being able to freely attack - well, more or less, being injured and all. No doubt it could hear her heart pounding at her chest.<br/><br/>"We both know... you're not getting far like that, right?" Nina started, pulling few rolls of bandage from the bag while her eyes were still at the wolf. She tried to hold herself low, using whatever she knew of the body language of feral wolves, trying to show that she's no threat.<br/>"Let me bind that wound for you, okay?" The woman didn't dare to get up on her feet and actually walk but more like crawled, staying low but trying to be quick enough that it wouldn't get too far away. Hell, if she was to die like this, she'd die helping something - or someone, more like.<br/><br/>"We both know you understand me, better than an animal would. Tell me, will you let me help you once more?"