Zuko had been flipping through textbooks with the woman who'd walked in, trying to help her properly identify the demon that was supposedly living on her property just outside the city. She claimed to have been plagued by it for months now and had just recently convinced her husband that it was time they do something about it. However, being that her husband was a doctor on call 24/7, she was left with the task of finding someone to do just that.
"No, no," the woman said shaking her head at the picture the firebending prince pointed to. "It's teeth were more jagged. Like one of those fancy craft scissors that make the paper all wavy, only more...jagged."
He raised an eyebrow at the woman, shaking his head slightly, but did nothing to point out that he had no idea what she was talking about and merely continued to flip pages--that was, until a large BANG from the direction of the basement caught his attention. Out of the corner of his good eye, he saw what Angel had pointed out to him in that very demon book earlier and identified as a werewolf.
Werewolf.
OZ.
Instantly, Zuko grabbed the woman without warning, pulling her behind the counter where he had been standing, before jumping up onto the counter and bending flames around his arms, hoping that the fire and heat would convince the wolf not to come any closer. Oz wasn't so bad of a guy...he would really hate to hurt him, even in this state.
"Stay back!" Zuko called out. "I'm warning you..."