Tikki summons a quick surge of anger, feels the heat flash up the back of her 
neck. That breeds an unmistakable change in the air, and Wolven Weres never miss 
a scent. Even in human form their sense of smell makes a human’s insignificant,
irrelevant, by comparison. The male shifts his stance. His whole attitude 
changes, as though he’s not sure whether to attack or back off. He glances at
the other two-legs, then looks back at Tikki. "Who are you?"