his injuries the best he can do is climb to his knees. His chest is caved in and he sputters and wheezes as he tries to draw a breath.
Oblivious to the others who are now watching in increasing numbers, Steve hovers around his prey, squatting, then moving to another position with short side steps like a curious two legged crab.
An iron bar lies behind him on the ground, shrapnel from some previous unknown encounter which he glances at repeatedly, picks up quickly, and returns to his observing position, totally focused on his victim.
The pack leader, who now looks more confused than angry and has been completely ignored up until now, leans in to sniff Steve’s back who remains oblivious and focused on his kneeling