Tikki grumbles. The sound rises from far back in her throat, deep and 
resonant, carrying throughout the room. Her fangs glisten, briefly bared. She 
gazes steadily at the elf. Sticks suddenly seems to become aware that she is 
something more than a fixture in black and red fur. She is three hundred fifty 
kilos of prime, meat-eating predator and could easily crush the head of a man, 
or an elf, between her jaws.