The yowling hiss that Hannibal elicited from Jake was ear piercing. A combination of pain and genuine shock and surprise. Jake jumped nearly four feet straight up into the air after Hannibal broke the skin on his tail. Once back on the ground, paws on concrete, Jake put some distance between himself and the jaguar, eyeing him suspiciously between nursing licks to his poor tail.
It wasn't a bad bite. It would heal. Not quickly, but it would heal with little to no damage to his favorite extremity. (He had no balance without it!) It was more of the shock that hurt him in the end.
"It's alright. It was an accident. It--"
He paused for a moment. His whiskers twitched and his shoulders hunched a bit. He felt ... wrong. He couldn't place what exactly the sensation was, but it was tingling. Burning, almost. Like his blood was suddenly on fire beneath his skin. The collar on his neck flickered like a bad light fixture.
He licked at his wounded tail again. But he was beginning to feel dizzy.
Then he coughed up a hairball.
Which, admittedly, made him feel a little bit better, but not entirely.