"Runt of the litter were?" Sam made a face, not at all believing that. The kid was pretty tall, somewhat taller than the shifter if he reckoned correctly. He crouched by the guy, lips pulled a little as if he were trying not to smell the vomit.
"I smell like I smell. You smell like a werefeline of some kind." He couldn't name it, more from the unfamiliarity than being that bad at analyzing scents. "You might wanna put this in your head. This mess, which have fun cleaning up, is not good on repeat. You'll patch up quick enough, but this isn't good." He motioned around to room then looked pointedly at the cat.
"This shit will get you killed." Okay, so he could be a little nice even to the were types. He'd gotten along better with the feline sort than the lupine sort, but not by much.