The only other male of her kind she’s ever known is her brother, Gnao. A male Weretiger... The idea alone fills her with a strange excitement she 
can’t control, much less comprehend. She just stands there breathing his scent till other realities intrude, creeping into her awareness, shouts from
downstairs, the far-off peal of a siren. The other Weretiger, the male 
Weretiger, looks at her and grumbles deep and low, far back in his throat. 
The sound and the smells that come with it speak of danger, alarm. Absolutely 
nothing about him now speaks of aggression. That makes up her mind.