As soon as the door opened, she'd need to shut it again damn quickly as the roaring white blur that had leapt towards her as soon as the door opened was knocked back by the carcasses. When the door shut it gained a considerable dent from the wolf bashing against it, and the sound of claws scraping the metal of the door was almost as loud as the murderous snarls coming from inside it. After a minute or two, Chris's mind seemed to decide that, as the old expression goes, "six carcasses in hand is better than a sphinx in the bush" and set about tearing them up. If she continued listening, the routine of ripping, gulping, a faint snarl and repeat would have gone on for about half an hour before he gave a last snarl, which turned more into a gurgle and then a whine, before a distinctly Chris-ish groan. "Oww...." whimpered the voice from behind the door.