Kisa
Kisa ignored Chris, naturally, and when Hawke offered to wrap her leg, she couldn't help but be attentive and distrustful of him. She didn't let people touch her in her Jaguar form, and the very thought made her sick to her stomach. Not bloody likely, she snarled at him, not knowing if he'd be able to understand her language.
Kisa lunged to her feet, her ears flicking back and forth as she heard the approaching noise. With her back leg lifted off the ground, she began to move in the opposite direction of the voices. She hesitated, glancing back at the others with a look on her jaguar face that could only be translated as 'Aren't you coming?' Kisa limped onward, stopping to sit and quickly lick clean her wounds, doing her best to stop the bleeding and also ignore the horror of realizing how bad her wound was. Her paw was fine, if you ignored the fact that it was covered blood and still attached to her leg by a small slab of flesh. The bones were broken in that area, and undoubtedly, it would either have to be amputated or if it healed, she would always be lame. It's your fault it's so bad. If I hadn't lost control like that, it would just be a wicked cut that could have been fixed with sutures or staples. Stupid me.
Kisa stopped, her breathing labored and her lips pulled back to reveal her fangs.