You jump between the gun-toting medic and the wolf-covered Tina.
The woman balks for a moment before yelling, "What are you doing!?! Get clear!"
"No," you stand firm.
"I'm not going to shoot until you're all clear. Just get her out from under it!"
You don't budge, staring the woman down. Even one of the lifeguards from the lake ran up and started yelling at you to move.
"Barbara! Put the weapon down!" the injury counselor yells at her.
"But-"
"NOW!" She stands up and heads over to the scramble-fest as a few of the girls try to knock the animal off of Tina. After a few more flings and some shouting, the wolf rolls sideways, and Tina finally lets go. The wolf darts off a distance towards the woods, pausing only to look back at you, worried. The counselor raises the gun again, but the young pup flees into the trees.
Rachel very quickly runs up to Tina. "Is everyone alright?"
"Yeah, fine," said one of the other girls, her arm cut open a little. "Nothing a few stitches won't handle."
The medic, Barbara, runs up and looks at her. "Okay. We're going to have to treat you all for potential rabies."
"What!?!" one of them shouted. "I just got scratched by a claw. I wasn't bit."
"I'm not leaving anything to risk. You too Miss Saupher," she said to the counselor. "I'm afraid you got the worst of it."
Rachel kneels down next to Tina. "Are you alright? Were you bit?"
Tina leaned forward, trying to regulate her breath. "I... I don't know. I think these scratches were from claws or.. more likely rocks on the ground."
The not-yet twenty year old lifeguard grabs your shoulder to spin you around. "What were you thinking?" she shouts at you.
"I didn't want my friend SHOT!" you spit back without a moment's hesitation. "Now... let go of me," you growl.
"Listen here, I've been working here for four summers straight. You only just arrived, so you will-"
Your frustrations quickly spike to a boiling point. You feel a burst of heat and energy wash over you. You feel the muscles in your arms tighten and grow a little as you throw a punch at the insolent whelp's face. Your entire outfit feels tighter against your body somehow. You feel... wonderful.
The punch clocks her hard, sending her to the ground with a spray of blood coming from her lips. It was a fast punch. You don't even remember deciding to do it.
But it felt so right.
To your satisfaction, you see her spit a tooth fragment out. Your stomach grumbles again. You feel nothing but hunger. As you head to the mess hall, you can see the golden eyes deep in the darkening woods, staring at you. A part of you wants to go to them.