
Unable to handle the damaging sparks, the wolf finally lost form, its remaining essence pouring into the toy just to give more of a fighting chance. The smell of burning fabric hung softly in the air, a stimulus that made the child fear for the worst. Not the toy. That was the only thing she had. Though weak, she attempted to push herself up to a sitting position, putting her hand right on some shattered glass from the lights that had exploded before, an oversight of the toy who tried to drag her away. Though somewhat luckily, it didn't have the strength to go too far and causing some unwanted damage.
A spark arced close to her feet and she immediately pulled her legs in when she saw it. Her toes tingled, but she didn't get a full shock that time. She watched helplessly as the toy continued struggling. On its tiny paws sprouted a set of claws similar to that of the wolves. But it couldn't do anything else.