He can't help the "Hah!" of victory even though he doesn't feel particularly triumphant. They still hadn't won this, and with his heart hammering away it's hard to decide if it's better to go to Coco as quickly as possible or to further subdue the guard. Both are incredibly tempting options, for different reasons.

In the end, his brain scrambles together something in between and he pushes the keys to slide in the girl's direction. The possibility of her not being able to use them on her own or the keys sliding too far to reach hasn't occurred to Cliff thanks to adrenaline, but it's too late for that, he's made the choice to shift back into the heavier, solidly-built wolf and push his paws hard into the man to pin him with another snarl.

He could eat his face. And he'd deserve it, for taking Coco away and threatening her life, even if he wasn't that Ernesto guy himself. It's a scary thought... Years of enduring pain without fighting back is what's saving this man, Cliff thinks.