The almost continue growl in his throat intensifies, the buzzing sound radiating out of his throat. He hisses, walking a partial circle around her. His fingers are spread like he intends to threaten her with them, but in reality, the end of his fingers are yellowed as if recently injured and there is nothing but ruined nubs where his claws should be.

He snaps a harsh word in Alternian. None of that English means anything to him, nothing that he can remember.