Francis straightens up, stone in hand, as the echoes of the gunshot fade from the street, to be replaced by the creature's howls and whimpers. He keeps his eyes on the animal, wary of another attack - it is wounded, he thinks fatally, but that might not be enough to keep it from taking one of them down with it - as he moves slowly, giving the bloody cobbles around the beast a wide berth, towards the man with the gun.

"Are you hurt?" he asks, in a low tone, as he approaches. "Did it get to you?"