"Like ta see ya try, old man," Karr spat back tauntingly, that arrogant tilt returning to his head. It was not so much that he honestly thought he could take Logan in a fight, he really did know better, but the impulse to smart off was simply overwhelming for the young feral, the fact that he knew he was talking to someone his greater in most every way only made it worse.
He had been attempting to savor his kill, mentally making note of the feel of flesh bunched under his claws, the taste of the blood, though really it was all his, not his victims, the smells, the adrenaline... and then Logan stepped in and ruined it all. Karr was grabbed and dragged away, he growling like a feral kitten the whole while. "Hey!" He snapped. "I can grin if I wanna! That was a good fight! We got one up on those fuckers!" And he'd killed one! He, all by himself, had killed a Sentinel! He was pleased, so damn happy that he was not even speaking up about it, as he was sure old man Logan would find some way to fuck up his happiness, the growling, grabby bastard.
He was utterly drenched with water before he even knew what had happened, he left standing and sputtering, long hair covering his entire face, his jacket heavy and sticking to his jeans, and he all around irritated. "How th' hell'm I supposed ta watch fer cops, or anythin' when ya fill mah goddamn years with water like 'at without warnin'?" He demanded as he stuck one finger into his ear and wiggled it around. He snorted as he looked down at his jacket, grumbling in annoyance, "Goddamn, those splatters might'a looked pretty cool..."
The question did not catch his attention so much as the note of concern which it was delivered with. His grumbling stopped, one hand lifting to feel his cheek carefully. "'s doin' better," he rumbled carefully, turning his eyes away again.