Time then to change. She forces herself back into human guise. It’s easier in
the light of the sun, but this soon after the full moon it’s never easy. Tikki
feels like she’s changing from a creature of near-indomitable strength into a
little pip-squeak of a two-legged weakling. It’s like surrendering a kill to a
more powerful predator. She knows that she must, but it so fills her with anger 
and frustration that a very human-sounding growl comes from her throat. The 
change leaves her lying on the mattress and staring up at the ceiling, wondering 
what she’s going to do now. What should she do? So much seems wrong. The feeling
that her situation has somehow gotten out of hand gnaws at her relentlessly.