Kitten nods... He had a basic enough idea on how to drive, if Dreamer needed him to.  He took the keys, opening the passenger door first, then moved around to the driver side door to sit down in the seat.  He put the keys in the ignition, and cranked it up, and waited for Dreamer to escort the bovine into the open passenger side door.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Jenten lets out a loud scream, trying to pull his shattered, pinned foot free to no avail.<br/>Marice frowned.  The revolver would only have a few shots until she would need to reload- and with a revolver, that would take far too much time.<br/>No, she would need to do what she did best- in-your-face, up close and personal contact.<br/>With the grace and agility of her feline heritage, the girl leapt upwards, landing on the wolf's shoulders.  Digging her claws into its fur and skin with one hand, she placed the gun's muzzle to the top of the beast's skull.  "Point BLANK, bitch!" She yelled out, grinning, and pulled the trigger.<br/>She was already thinking out steps ahead- if this still didn't stop it, she'd have to put a bullet directly into its brain through the eye socket.<br/><br/>They say a creature is most dangerous when cornered- Jenten, in fear, anger, and from pure survival instinct, had leaned up, and was now repeatedly jabbing the punching daggers into the beast's ankle, hoping to hit the achilles tendon.