Ruin howls in pain and fury. He hooks his wounded arm around Yrael's neck, continuing his roll to peel the not'cat off his back. The stray rocks on the ground dig into the claw marks on his back, but he just grimaces and keeps rolling until he's back on his feet and a couple of yards away.

"Claws and teeth. I must have really hit a nerve. The little puppy must mean a lot to you."