The bag on his back, and the bodies on his shoulders he stops dead in his tracks when the rabbit said "Hello". Earlier he was surprised when an unknown voice told him about the windows, and this was even stranger because nobody has openly said "Hello" to him for as long as he could remember. Shaking his head a little, he looks at the wolf, and the gun and realizes pretty much what's going on. The rabbit was about to die. That much was for sure, but smelling the bodies or as long as he had, and they smelled awful. "Hey, want one?", he asked the other wolf as he slowly approached. Then he smelt blood, and dropped the bodies and looked at his hand. He had forgotten all about fixing it, and it will still bleeding. Some of it sealed up, but the majority was still bleeding down his arm. He was sure that some of got on one of the gangster's shirts. After sniffing his hand, he instantly became aware of other various wounds that were dealt during the small brawl and he fell to one knee, now very exhausted, and his vision was somewhat blurred.
Now having a flashback of the events, he had gotted hit upside the back of his head by a wooden bat, after wards he had dispatched the one who hit him, but suddenly he was being beaten down by about 5 gangsters who had jumped up their little campfire and began their assault, beating him down. Not too long later, he got thrown out of a window, and he managed to grab a bag on his way out, somehow still holding the bags of beef jerky. Landing on most of the glass, now many many scratches on his back, enough to make you think he had been whipped.
After the flashback, he fell to the ground, and passed out...