Kiba's ears went flat and the growl ratcheted up to a snarl. A cat. A cat talking HUMAN. With its MOUTH.
Wrong wrong wrong, this world was SO wrong, sun too bright and air too hot and things with too many/too few legs and too many of them, and this cat was somehow the wrongest thing of all.
Every line of him proclaiming 'pissed off wolf' with the tail just hinting at 'a little bit scared too', Kiba began to back away from the big-fish/man and the wrong!cat. He'd take his chances in the jungle. At least THEY didn't spew human words from their many-fanged mouths.