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At the apparent chaos that had begun to surround him, CLiff could be seen sighing in relief. Why was that, one might ask? Well simple. Cliff was a Werewolf, a species with a very strong transformation ability. Even an exceptional wizard like Traf could not turn him into something else. Maybe it was possible to force Cliff into his werewolf form, or out of his werewolf form though, but he was pretty much safe from being turned into anything else.

However, it suddenly happened. A werecat fell on top of him. And then, after that...well...

"HISSSSS!"

"GRRRRRRRR"

Although Cliff was a Werewolf, and not a Weredog, he reacted exactly like a Dog would to a cat and growled. There werecat in question, after hissing and scratching, would jump into Theri with the clear intention, desire, and will to get away from the natural predator. Cliff unfortunately temporarily lost control due to shock and natural enemy, and jumped on Theri chasing her until...well, the shock ended and he came back to his senses.

Thankfully, he managed to hold it in and not turn into a werewolf in front of everyone, but instead kept himself in human form and did not totally destroy the clothes he was wearing. This was a very good thing, in his opinion, since he did not want to have another incident.

After he calmed down and jumped back into his chair, he noticed the ferret, Eddy. "He looks so fluffy...and tasty..."

At that point, there was probably a few alarm bells that should have rung in Theri's head. There was another thing he forgot to do, aside from letting Cliff change. And that was getting Cliff breakfast. A werewolf without having eaten breakfast....could become quite scary.

Cliff licked his lips as his hunger began to manifest in his body language and he showed clear signs of hunger.