Isaac spends a moment more chewing and swallowing before he answers. He shakes his head a little, smiling. "Ah, it's all coming together now. I'm going to guess that your strain doesn't work exactly like mine. I'd peg you for a gray wolf, but you smell a little different. For most of us, though, we're born this way, so we show the signs a little more obviously than those who end up becoming Weres later in life."

He sits back a little, looking her over. He can smell her, but the physical signs he'd usually look for aren't there. Even bitten, there should be some sign of change. In the teeth or eyes, at the very least. "I'm going to guess, if things are similar, you didn't choose this life? But kudos for not letting it force you to change who you are; I can't be the first one who brought up the name."