Heiji had never actually been nose-to-nose with a transformed werewolf; rather, he knew of them mostly from secondhand descriptions. There were few, if any, wolves where he'd grown up. Certainly no real ones, not since the start of the twentieth century at least. It was instinct that made his fur stand on end in the night air.

He could run, but the werewolf would then likely target someone else. So he circled around, not wanting to be downwind when the confrontation happened. He stopped by a parked Volkswagon Beetle -- just big enough to keep himself out of sight.