No, see, you're supposed to get scared and run away.

Wolves are pack animals, right? Well, you want a pack, so you run outside with the tooth in search of potential pack members. After fifteen minutes, you encounter a sullen and obstinate teenager. You run at him and raise the tooth, which he returns with a sneer and a scoff.

"Idiot. You do realize you have four more of those in your mouth, right?" Well, er, how embarrassing.