Kell blinked up at the stranger - not actually a stranger, some small part of his brain told him, but since it couldn't provide a name, he told it to shut up - before letting his head drop back down to the ground, eyes slipping closed with a groan.
"Not unless you ascribe to cannibalism. Tends to be frowned upon around here though." He muttered, not bothering to open his eyes or...move, really, from his ungainly sprawl. It wasn't comfortable, but that run and fall had taken its toll on him, and he was paying for it right now. Unless she proved to be a danger still, he saw no need to move from this spot for a little while. "Pretty sure like this, I'd have a chance of fighting you off too." He added after a moment. He wasn't about to doubt the capabilities of a shifter with two predator forms, but, he was no slouch either, alright? He'd have a chance. (Maybe.)
"And, should warn you, haven't had a bath since yesterday. So, you know, after a run like that, proceed at your own risk." It was a mumbled after-thought at best, quite possibly aimed more at the sky than her, though the vague hand-wave that went with it, as if to say 'go for it,' was in her general direction at least.