Aldo dove sideways with only inches to spare between his flesh and the horrible jaws of the rabid werewolf. For just the smallest moment his eyes were wide at how narrowly he'd escaped being bitten, and his muzzle wrinkled at their attacker's foul breath. Heart in his throat, he leaped into the air and tore a branch off a tree, swinging clumsily with his jaws; if nothing else this would keep some distance between he and Vashti, and the diseased intruder. 

[i]I think I'm going to have to shift and club her,[/i] he told Vashti. He gulped nervously. [i]Wish me luck.[/i]