"Werewolves are incredibly reactive and notoriously violent, as they are all of the worst of man and dog together," Phantom said. "Overly dramatic and stupefyingly clumsy?" Scarlet clarified (and some of the others grinned). "Exactly so," Phantom continued. "As every interaction will be profoundly low in common sense, you'll need to evaluate each encounter in terms of its immediate danger to your environs: your comforts, your food supply, and your human servants." Tiger raised a paw to clean his right ear (which had not been seen to for several minutes and was, therefore, incredibly filthy) and Luna twitched her tail. "If you must protect your holdings, there is one bite location that will send the werewolf running, unlikely to return. This maneuver, while 100% effective, demands its sacrifice." "Of life? One of our 9 lives will be compromised?" Mitzi Pusskins peeped, her eyes wide. "Oh, heavens, no," Phantom corrected. "The sacrifice of which I am speaking is that of momentary physical boundaries and self-respect." Tiger froze (with his right back leg above his head); Scarlet's eyes narrowed. "You let the beast approach, you dart right or left (as you wish) up onto its back, you run along its spine, grab the flank, swing down, and sink your teeth into the underside of the tail near the ... nethers region," Phantom finished with a shudder. "OH MY SWEET GAWD!" Mitzi Pusskins yowled and Luna swooned into a half-crouch; Tiger remained frozen in place. "Genius," Scarlet hissed, moving forward one step (her jeweled collar bell jingling). "They chase that thing from birth and never catch it; they're obsessed. And, should they catch it in wolf form, they'll effectively bite themselves." Phantom nodded. "Horrible," Mitzi Pusskins purrbled, scandalized.