Cerul had backed away from the table she was sitting at, terrified, her chair overturned, as the werewolf, in full hybrid form, staggers out across the room, moving towards her. "I'm not going to hurt you, elf," the wolf snarls, as she moves, not with the fluid grace he'd seen her show when they first met, but with a sort of staggering uncertainty. Cerul flicks her eyes over and spots Draiss, and yelps to him for help, at about the same time the wolf does, raising her claws towards him.<br/><br/>Anyone else might've thought it a threatening gesture, but he can see the truth of the situation; the human girl is controlling the werewolf body.