That threatening growl sent a shiver through Tim, freezing him in place for a long moment. Really made him reconsider going against a beast that could rip out his throat with little difficulty. All he had registered was that someone was in trouble and his job was to help people that were in trouble. He gazed up into the eyes of the wolf, unsure of how much the human side would have any say in what was happening. The internet had all sorts of theories, ranging from werewolves being nothing but stupid beasts to the human brain within operating as normal.

The distraction was enough that he too missed the knife until after it struck. Tim looked shocked, pushing back off and turning to see what direction the man had run off to. Every victim he'd become aware of was a bad guy, and he doubted this one was the exception. Also, the dumbass was going to bleed out from the wound on his shoulder if he didn't immediately get it patched up. Running off was probably the dumbest thing he could have done.

"I'm going to stop him." The vigilante announced to the wounded wolf, just in case the creature could understand him. "Please don't eat me." At least he was being polite about it, right?

Tim didn't wait around another moment. He rushed after the guy, pulling his collapsible bo staff out just in case. Following him wasn't terribly difficult even in the dark. The trafficker was running on pure adrenaline and not making any attempt to hide his tracks. Racing through the trees, he came across the man leaning against an old oak, gasping for air. "Don't move." Tim warned him, stepping closer. "You're losing too much blood. I'm going to help patch you up, but then I'm taking you in." He still had his duty to protect the streets, after all.