She yawned, still pleased with the result of her action, but glad that he hadn't actually gotten hurt. She meant to surprise him, not injure him.

Don't worry, she said, You haven't gone off the deep end.

She didn't want to cause another panic attack by telling him what kind. She didn't think he would take well to the idea that she was a hellhound. Most people didn't.

I am a shapeshifter.