There's laughing, screaming, and a strange, horrible mix of both as Smiling Jack is felled. There's a horrified relief to the sight; sure, she's not getting chased by a pumpkin-wearing killer, but that sure is a gigantic wolf that tore this guy to little ghostly shreds!

Pomni is almost left reeling by the time he plops down and tilts his head, looking not unlike a big ol' dog. One covered in pumpkin gore and seeds like he'd just been on a leisurely trot through a patch.

She can't help but laugh, even if she's still half-frozen in terror and sweating bullets.

"Hhhey buddy!" She has to practically force her voice not to be a wheeze, taking a nervous step forward. Oh, god, please don't provoke him--- "Thanks for, uh--- getting me out of that tight spot! I was almost a goner! Haha! Ah. Um..."

She hesitates for a moment before she reaches out a shaky hand, moving towards the top of his head. It wasn't like she had proper reward to give, so, in true dog-adjacent fashion, a pat would do?

"Good job, boy...?"