Sorry, Nick. There's nothing even remotely like sense in the wolf's eyes right now. There's just anger, pain, and hunger-- and with the threat of the snake outside blocked from his attention at the moment, all of that is focused on Nick. He lunges, though doesn't get far as one hind leg-- twisting under him, still broken near the joint from the shapechange-- doesn't take the weight. Instead of reaching Nick for a bite, he crashes into the floor and a cupboard door, snarl cut short with a yip.