She glances over, midway through tending the wound, her tongue still sticking out over her bloodied maw and teeth, and makes a grumbling growl noise before her body looks like it's melting away. Once she's more solid around the edges again, the prehistoric cat is replaced with a girl dressed in the same mask, blood all down the front of her and her costume, and the sleeve torn up and bleeding. She touches it lightly with a finger to make sure it's starting to get a little less oozy, before looking at him with a frown.

"So what was I supposed to do, huh? Let you become dino-chow? Don't think so, Karkitty."

She pushes up off the balls of her feet from her crouch so she's standing upright again, looking around at the overgrown lizards roaming the streets. Her pupils almost dilate at the sight of a herd of iguanadon running past, a hand running up to swipe some of the dripping blood off of her face. She turns to look back at Karkat, vaguely concerned.

"So, what's it gonna be. Am I taking you back to the den, or we going back out there as a pack? Where're your claws?"