In her fit of hysteria, the woman's eyes went to the first man she slew.  Velma craned her head to look, and licked her lips; she could still taste his blood on her fur.  Turning back around with a grunt, she brought the woman up as close as she could, staring at her for a few moments.  Long... tense... moments...<br/><br/>"If you try and run..." she finally grunted, before making a show of sniffing her, getting good, strong whiffs of her scent. "...I will track you down... I will outrun you... I will rip you apart... and turn your skull into a candelabra..."<br/><br/>Then and ONLY then did she let the woman to the ground, and then began to shrink down, her fur rescinding, body fat reducing, muzzle shortening.  It wasn't long before she was standing there, blood on her belly, across her face, largely upon her mouth and teeth especially, and was as naked as the day she was born.  She made little attempt to cover her body, instead reaching for her glasses, picking them up, putting them on her face, adjusting them, and with a deep breath...<br/><br/>"Damark.  The first one, the one with the crossbow, right?" she asked, significantly more calm now than before, that gloriously deceptive smile back on her face, more creepy with the blood all about her nubile young body. But at least the woman nodded about who it was. "He had silver; he was planning to kill me I believe.  Strange, I don't make it habit to announce my lycanthropic nature to the world... means you could be considered party to plot of attempted homicide, you know, and considering I'm working for a Paladin, and have ties to the Defenders, am part of the long-standing Thunderaxe family with my nephew in charge of the Adventurers... well, I'm sure if I knew just a<em>little</em>more about this 'Damark' that I could be convinced that this all was truly a big misunderstanding on your part, just a big misunderstanding and for their to be leniency..."<br/><br/>Velma retrieved her bag, had a seat nearby, and crossed her legs.  Crossing them because she needed a<em>little</em>pressure on her thighs; going into her bear form had the unfortunate side effect of making her<em>incredibly</em>aroused...s he busied her hand with retrieving a small potion and downing it, watching as the blood on her stomach practically vanished.<br/><br/>"Oh, and a rag; I'd like to clean myself up a bit before I go and get the fisherman and his wife," she said, to the woman with a smile. "I'm sure you have something to spare for me, correct?"