"Say what?!"  He acted surprised as he was pulled inside rather strongly.  He had heard the noise from upstairs and acted the part of village idiot when it came to what was going on.  So, the pack was shifting its ranks again, how ironic.  "Oh, do you happen to mean the two werewolves upstairs that are even now fighting for dominance over the other?"  He dropped his pack to the floor and shifted right before Kira's eyes, standing on two legs as fur sprouted from every inch of his skin.  His black shirt and pants exploded into ruin as he stood fully like a man, well endowed like the black wolf upstairs, but not as much as the woman reporter herself at the moment.  "You know, it's been a while since I've done this.  I wonder if I remember how?"  He chuckled deeply, holding a hand in front of his face as he looked at his nails that grew to claws a moment later, his body rippling in muscles as they formed and grew in a matter of seconds.  When it was done, he stood two heads taller than Kira herself, and he was just as dangerous as the ones upstairs.  "If you don't want to be hurt too badly, I suggest you don't struggle.  I haven't had a good unwilling victim for a hundred years.  I think you'll do for a start."  The werewolf howled, raising his head to the ceiling and letting it loose before seeming to move in a blur of motion to stand right in front of Kira.  "Surprised?  And here you thought I was here to help you out."  He laughed again as his golden eyes found hers as he put a hand to her throat, but he didn't squeeze...yet.