"Some sharp teeth too." he commented with a smile. Taking his jacket off he handed it to frank in a friendly manner. "Here, you need something more then whats left of that shirt." Looking over at the woman he raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Ill let Charise explain, she a lot better at it then me."<br/><br/>Sitting down on the hard cement the woman cleared her throat again. "You're what history, or rather superstition and legend refer to as a werewolf. Superstition isnt even close to the real thing though. Do you want me to go on?"