Hermione pushed forward. Karla was kneeling beside the man in full wolf form, pouring water into her towel and wrapping it around his bloody stump. Greyback was crouched by another of the men, trying to get some explanation out of him, but even the power of his bared teeth couldn’t penetrate the man’s agony. All of the wounded were on the ground now, succumbing to pain that adrenaline had been keeping at bay.