It seemed that Gina had underestimated the beast greatly. If she would have remembered the scene with the fridge, she might have decided to go for a kill shot... knowing it would not kill. The beast barely flinched as the arrow thudded into its side. Daniel turned, the look of a disappointed, and vengeful animal glazing over his eyes. It seemed, that he was not over missing his prey, and was all the more cranky for it.<br/><br/>The beasts fur rose on its shoulders, its legs seeming to move all their own. It got closer, and closer to Gina... and as it lay its claws on the wall to its right, it ripped out the arrow with its left. The arrow head slipping from his flesh and falling to the ground as if its body rejected it. Though it seemed, that the arrows properties kept the wound from sealing fully like he usually healed. Daniel reached out one clawed hand with the feeling of hungry lust in his very presence. His claws were closing in, jowls... gnashing in anticipation.<br/><br/>Then, there was the sound of wailing in the distance. The sound of a women crying over something precious... the sound of a mother weeping for her children. The brothers that Daniel had slain. The beast lurched to a stop, and its ears flattened. Hand still reaching for Gina, Daniel looked into the distance toward the sound. His beast form seeming confused as he just stood there, and waited for nothing to happen. Every now and then, his blood covered maw would be licked by his tongue, and his left ear would flick...