Tinker paced the floor some more and ranted,<br/><br/>“You will be the one to set the tone, Tinker.” She snapped in a deep rumbly voice which was a pretty good imitation of Warren. “You will know when it is right. You will tell me!” She whirled to face him, her face flashing between human and wolf although her body stayed human.<br/><br/>“Did it ever dawn on you that I’m a WOLF? We don’t choose, the males chase us, not the other way around. You are a cat. CATS, females are called Queens, because they do go and they do choose who the lucky man will be. WOLVES don’t. I have spent the night wracking my brain, looking for instinctual patterns that point to this. They are not there.”<br/><br/>Tinker was still flashing back and forth between wolf and human. She tore at her hair, then she stopped, dead, as if something just dawned on her.<br/>“Did you tell me to calm down? I am calm. Do I look upset to you? How dare you tell me to calm down!”<br/><br/>And she stormed from the little house by the ocean. She stomped along in the sand until she came to the stretch of road where they had crossed over to go to the Surf Shop and stood there trying to make sense of her emotions.