Red Meadow.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Red darted outside the moment he heard the commotion, "Shit, shit, shit- he can't control himself at all! There's something about his blood- I can't put my finger on it-" He quickly wrapped his leather jacket around the Draconic Werefox's face to stop him from seeing the moonlight and lower the aggression rate a little, and jumped back as a claw caught his arm, drawing blood.

"Quicksilver- quicksilver-" Patted himself down, looking for the small, lead-lined box that contained a four ear-piercings. He cursed at himself when he recalled leaving it with his younger stepbrother, Kintama, the tanuki. Quicksilver was a silvery, clear element extracted from large amounts of silver. It contributed to why silver harmed weres, but in concentrated amounts, it prevented them from transforming altogether until it was taken away. He meant to pierce one into Stephen's ear and force him to revert back into his human form, but that option was gone.

"Looks like we're going sate you the old fashioned way..." The werefox turned his head, his neck joints cricking before he blurred and transformed into his wereform. He pounced Stephen, keeping his jaws and claws from damaging anything vital. "Stop it- stop harming yourself! Attack me, dragon! Attack me! I'm a pure blooded Loupgarou- you hate me more than you hate yourself, don't you!?" He snarled, baring his fangs at the psychotic Stephen.

The wound on his arm had already closed, though it left a fresh scar. This method was simple; call out to the dragon part of Stephen, which he could smell as clearly as he could smell coppery blood, and get it to ravage him instead of Stephen. If Stephen wasn't attacking himself, the logical part of his mind had more time to think and get used to being transformed, while the dragon satisfied itself with trying to kill a mortal enemy. The goals were simple; make sure Stephen doesn't kill himself, and make sure Stephen doesn't kill him. He fought with the dragon side, but made sure his fangs and claws didn't swipe at his neck or major arteries. If all went well, Stephen's mind would overcome the dragon instinct and and he would stop attacking, leaving Red to heal his wounds.

If it didn't go so well, he would at least hope to keep Stephen preoccupied until the moon disappeared behind the clouds again, and move him inside. The worst case scenario: Red would die, and Stephen would go on a rampage around town at night. Perhaps starting with helpless Katt.