If this didn't kill them, then humans are hardier than I thought.

[Needing to get a closer look, and being inconveniently large in his current form, Carnivac shifts back into a wolf. It's only slightly less nauseating than before.

He sniffs over the body, more thoroughly this time for not being rudely interrupted. The smell of human blood is thick and suffocating, but mostly concentrated around the face.]

I don't detect any more bleeding, though you're welcome to strip-search for different kinds of wounds.

[He can't do it, he has paws.]