You know, I'm sick and tired of people pointing rifles at me.
It’s only a scratch, don’t cut my arm off!
... We're werewolves. We don't get to judge 'crazy.
Hey, Cormac. You ever have to deal with a PMSing werewolf?
One inch at a time, that was how her father had taught her. You can't do anything but worry about the few inches right in front of you.
Stupid, fragile mortals.