The wolf stared him down, a low, rumbling growl a consistent noise.  She stalked toward him, one paw at a time, her teeth bared.  This man was dangerous.  It was much bigger than she, but it had no claws, no fangs, no talons.  Nothing about the man was as dangerous as she was.  But it smelled dangerous.  Something smelled dangerous.  She needed to kill it quickly, before it established dominance.  A distant memory wafted through her mind, man commonly established dominance over her canine counterpart, dog.  Dog obeyed man.  What if this man had a dag with him?  She stopped growling long enough to breathe in, scenting the air.  No dog smells.  The growl picked up, louder, harsher, a final warning, and she wrinkled her nose and bared her teeth in an attempt to scare the man, stalking forward one more step.<br/><br/>As she cleared the trees, she realized the man was standing in the mouth of her den on purpose, baiting her, establishing dominance and taking her home.  This thought infuriated her, and she sprang forward with a hellish snarl.<br/><br/>Just before she reached his body, hers changed.  She screamed as her body gave way to her human form in mid-air, dumping her unceremoniously at the man's feet.  Bri landed in a heap and rolled into his legs with a scream.  She scrambled away, holding her arms to her chest, dipping behind the corner of the cabin, and rolled under the separated garage door she left slightly raised in case she was locked out of the cabin.  She bolted for the pile of blankets and dog bed, wrapping herself in the top blanket and darting to the opposite end of the garage.  She picked up a hatchet and held it in one hand, holding the blanket in the other, and waited for the stranger to approach her, readying herself to kill him.  He had seen her shift.  She couldn't let him live.  If he got away, he would tell everyone, and they would come looking for her here.  The last thing she wanted was to go back to a lab where all they did was shove needles into her body, steal her blood, and slough off chunks of her skin and tissues.  She was done being a victim.  This was her shining moment to become more.