"What?" Catra glares at the giant wolf creature, apparently quite ready and willing to throw hands with someone or something literally twice her size. Her claws aren't out any longer, though, which is progress? One supposes? She's still tense and agitated, her heart hammering a million miles an hour in anger, panic, fear.

"Will you shut UP?" Her attention is suddenly back on Dave. "Stop talking! I don't even understand half of what you're saying and it's annoying--" She wants to grab him and shake him until he shuts his damn mouth but the looming wolf creature makes it a bit difficult to consider. It'll just end with them separated again.