The vision is clear; the Wolf will rise, abandoning the fishing pole its stolen body is using. Claws will flash for Ryja's throat with hellish speed, slashing up at the limit of the small human's arms.

What actually happens is this: Jean hops into a low crouch and lashes out with a sweeping kick at Ryja's ankles before flipping over the falling rabbit so she's the one cornered against the dock with only water to run to, so fast that the untrained eye might think it's a single motion. They come up in a fighting stance, claws at the ready.