Kiki's eyes widened in surprise as she gazed at her new friend. Now the messages her senses sent her made sense. A werewolf would still smell of her animal side, even while in human form. Vaguely she wondered why she so readily accepted the situation. She had never even thought of werewolves before, and yet...<br/><br/>Now that she thought about it, her mind supplied her with over-whelming information on werewolves. as if she had formal training and it was her area of expertise. She knew their strengths, their weaknesses, her mind even suggested ways of combating them. How did she know all this. She touched her forehead, then shook her head wildly to dismiss the images. She looked at her friend again, and something deep inside tried to force her to a violent reaction, but she crushed it ruthlessly instead...<br/><br/>"A werewolf? That is amazing! In a way we are sort of kindred spirits. I believe you Starr, that you will not hurt me, and I will do my best not to hurt you too.<br/><br/>But I do not understand the effect you telling me is having... My mind is full of information on werewolves, and something is trying to make me....  Oh Starr, I do not understand what is happening to me"<br/><br/>Kiki's body is suddenly wracked by sobs and tears start flowing. Her hands shake, and claws, not seen before extract and elongate from her dainty hands, but then immediately retract. She seems to be in pain, but not physical and she grips her knees with her hands, drawing ragged breaths