Magnus glared up at Kanbi, his eyes clouded with pain. He ran his tongue over his sharp fangs and tried to stand up, but a sharp pain in his side and shoulder stopped him and he slumped back down. "I might be able to..." He trailed off then let out a quiet chuckle. "This isn't my best day." He clamped a hand onto the bite wound, trying to staunch the bleeding, but he was quickly becoming more pale than was natural, he'd already lost too much blood and dizziness settled onto him swiftly. He knew that he'd start to become delusional unless he could close up the wound.
He was, in fact, still angered by Kanbi's betrayal, but e couldn't help being thankful that she didn't let the cat kill him. Magnus had a brief recollection of when he'd first gone hunting with his father, out in the forest with a rifle and packet of round led bullets. They'd just finished the hunt with a small doe, and a pack of coyotes seemed quite interested in the carcass. His father instantly started killing off the wild dogs, but Magnus had pleaded his father to stop, earning a swift backhand to the cheek. This flashback took less than a minute, but he noticed he was getting dangerously close to losing consciousness.