It...? Tikki grumbles disconsolately and steps toward the center of the
room. Sticks snatches up one of the gleaming stainless-steel knives from the 
table beside him and hurls it at Tikki’s face. She swats the knife out of the
air. The blade scratches her paw, but the minor discomfort is mere and gone in 
an instant. She bares her fangs and roars.