“Do you still have your gun?” Avery said urgently. Carter barked a weak laugh. “That’s a nine millimetre round, Lucas. That’s not going to stop a charging wolf in its tracks.” “But if you hit it in the eyes, or the mouth…” “What, you think I was a gold medallist at Stockholm? Tell you what, you have the gun and you can try and hold ‘em off while I climb a damn tree!”
I'm wheezing!
