Agile, the wolf dodges Junior, and jaws slam shut on Killua's arms, tensing to rend and tear only to freeze.

This scent...

Pup. Mine.

Abruptly the wolf flinches back with a whine that is far too human, a scream of despair, and the wolf cowers, slinking back, before turning with sudden, desperate certainty to begin clawing at itself, jaws sinking into its own flesh, a beast trapped.