It took a long time to get here, but Kevin at least knows werewolves are a thing. That said, the only werewolf he has ever met was a man who had lost the ability to shapeshift, and he has still never seen one in war form. When he looks over his shoulder, his eyes go wide and he speeds up.

Stacia's big, but the table is a huge and impressive specimen meant to intimidate even when it's not ambulatory and running rampant. It shivers under a whole werewolf of weight, but the solid wood is strong and it keeps charging on, twisting and snapping uselessly under her. Kevin has no choice but to keep out of the way.