Scar isn’t used to fighting things as big as he is, especially not ones that heal themselves, and he’s steadily starting to flag from the accumulated injuries. He doesn’t stop struggling, though, clawing and kicking at the wolf on top of him despite the obvious futility of it, until his injuries seem to reach a tipping point. With a discordant screech, he shrinks into himself, until he is human shaped and human sized again, lying on the floor with an arm bent the wrong way, bloody and laughing.
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