The Animorph Cassie's battle morph seemed innocuous enough when its teeth weren't bared, and was much smaller. Stacia as a wolflike creature radiates some mixed signals as far at that goes.

There's some cackling and clumsy, labored flapping, and an impact and some very babylike fussing as one of the cherubs fails to steer properly and slams into a wall. They are about, all right.

As if to himself, Alloran says, <I'd prefer it wasn't widely known how easily I can kill humans. I would like to be underestimated. But that means I can't go cutting anything in half without pause.> There is the sense, again, of a sigh. <So that really means morphing, and since I'd prefer they don't know my repertoire either, that means the tiger or the bear. This will take a few minutes. You may go on ahead if you like.>

Bumps form on his arms and the underside of his head and extend into yellow-stained teeth. This is clearly going to get ugly.