Catra flails, all fury and anger and spitting fury now that the target of her anger is out of reach. At the same time, there's panic. Someone she doesn't know is touching her without permission. They are touching her and she doesn't know what they intend.

In an instant, Catra's attention is shifted to the person carrying her by the collar of her stupid jumpsuit.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Her voice is angry and biting, yes. But there's also fear. She twists in the werewolf's grasp, trying to sink teeth and claws into exposed bits so that she can force Stacia to drop her.