She continued holding out the tissue so the girl could wipe her face, then took her time parsing all that. "Nor am I," she admitted easily, "but Wererider is not cats precisely. It is a branch of the Old Blood that has shape shifters of many kinds, but all men until I. They are fearless warriors and strong, but not without flaw. Such as the fact they do not heal as fast as it seems your own blood does."