He automatically starts to circle on the other side. The moonlight works against him, he knows, helping the prey to see through the darkness. But then, this prey had never had trouble with that, had he? Not with the tools he used, the binoculars and sights.

...Sights? pfft

The sound is soft and the pain accompanying it is small compared to the ripping of flesh a slug will do. But the werewolf's suddenly staggering, feet crossing as he tries to stay standing. He'd had tranquillizers that night, hadn't he?

pfft pfft pfft