She is glad to see him, his reassurance coming as delight to her ears. Somewhere safe, somewhere that she would not be alone. Somewhere warm and comfortable.

The cat, though, shatters that perfect image. The tri-colored female yelped loud in fright just as the cat swooped over Senketsu’s head and sliced long, curved claws across his flesh like it’s saber-sharp teeth. She froze, foolish and untried in this type of danger. He dropped and for a moment she thought him dead-- how does one survive something so fast, so deadly, so damaging as a beast like this one!?

But then he scrabbled out from under the beast’s flight path and she stepped forward, desperate for him to be okay, her teeth shakily shown without a growl - a sad excuse for a wolf’s instinct to survive at best… until he shouted to her. "Run, Koi! Run!" He screams and there is a sudden suring up of that snarl before she tries to draw the attention of the cat to herself with snapping and wild snarling.

She may not have been some warrior, but her people were not prone to calling a person the name that implied a dragon within a tiny package for nothing. She looks crazed, if not a little insane, snapping at the air while Senketsu struck out for anything he could reach. If nothing else, she could run if the cat took interest - let the more useful wolf between them both do the hard work of hurting the monster.

Terror ran through her like electricity and if not for the clear desperation in her face, one might be tempted to think that she was scary in how she behaved now. She was burning out already, slowly, "HE IS MINE, CAT!" she screams in her language, as if it could understand, "Mine!"