Ian wasn't given a chance to get Rich's opinion on the matter. The monsterous black and grey tundra wolf comes rushing in past him. All Talton knew is that there had just been two gunshots and he didn't know where one of them had went.<br/><br/>The last thing the hunter would see is his fangs and the last thing felt would be those very same fangs ripping his throat out. Talton throws his head back and lets out another howl after the kill as his body begins shifting and changing again to leave a man standing where a wolf had been. He reaches down with his left hand to help Rich up, but instead ends up dropping to a knee himself and sliding back against the wall.<br/><br/>Now the blood can be seen coming out of his right shoulder, apparently one of the hunter's wild shots had managed to find a mark. "Rich, you hit?" His words were tainted with a slight hiss of pain. He lift up slight so that his hand can reach back into his back pocket and pull out his personal lock blade. Talton flicks the knife open, "Fucking piece of shit human." Bastards always had to use silver always.<br/><br/>He winces slightly now as he drives his knife into the bullet wound hunting for the piece of silver that felt like molten lava in his flesh. After a moment he found the offending piece of metal and popped it out of his shoulder with the knife. A sigh of relief finally left his lips as he watched the silver roll across the floor of the cave. "Damn that hurt."<br/>