Tobs was backing away slowly, his eyes darting for a direction to flee to as his breathing labbered from a mix of fear and adrenalin coursing through his body. Something primal recognized the mix of pheromones, telling you that his flight or fight response was in full swing, confusing your pray-like friend, looking at you like a deer in headlights.
You slowly take a few steps with your forepaws as your friend keeps his hands up, in a defective manner with one of them closer to his chest. He has a revolver in his jacket, he kept a 357, a hunting revolver in case of wild animals, and a casual raccoon for stews.
"Please, don't hurt me, it's old Tobs, don't you remember your friend?" he said, not breaking eye content, as you can see the yellow in your Wolfen's eyes through his watery eyes. You try to say anything but it just comes out as low howls or barks, this is when you first realize you can't speak human languages while changed. It didn't help stop your friend going for his revolver triggering something in you.
The gun went off, "bang bang", causing your ears to ring as you felt your body jerking forward, crashing into your friend and the smell of blood filled your nose. "did you just kill your friend?"
With heavy panting you refocused and saw that you had your friend pinned to the ground by the throat, his hands are around your massive paw, as your body weight keeps him pinned down with your mear body mass. he doesn't look hurt, stunned by fine for the most part, he's clearly having trouble breath but so are you, werewolf amounts of adrenaline maybe? your ears are ringing too much as he seems to be begging for his life as you slowly move your snout to his face and do something to prove you are friendly, give him dog kisses.
you start licking his face as he screams in confusion but quickly becomes laughter as he tries to jokingly shield himself from your love
"stop, please, that tickles, I got the hint you can stop now" he said as you pull up panting like a happy doggo than a deadly wolf. you join him in laughing in releaf when your stomach start to growl and your cought up a bit of blood.
Growing a few feet and gaining a few hundred pounds in muscle mass has given you quite the appetite. Looking down at your chest, you see two formerly ozeeing bullet wounds, one in each lung. your friend is a hell of a shot, that could have possibly killed you in seconds if you weren't a werewolves now...wonder if silver is deadly to you or not? Still its going to take a fair bit of healing, as the adrenaline from the changes are wearing off, and your breathing is beginning to become as labored as your friends when you were sitting on his diaphragm.
"I got a meat locker in the back of the cabin and a first aid kit too, I can try to stop the bleeding" he said getting up as you think of what to do next.