No, no, the bugman did not want anyone to get killed and caught and eaten, bad werewolf. Bad, bad werewolf. He started yelling out his restaurant's menu in his horrible monster language again, hoping that the addition of the terrible bug-thing screaming curses would give the jogger an additional boost of speed.

He wondered if he could catch Reilanin in another flying tackle. He was glad this bug monster form had a lot of endurance; he was pretty sure a normal human would have collapsed after this much of a chase.