The low snarl that escaped his throat was one of pure rage and anger, his claws digging into the ground as he was pushed back by the mist from Enna. He didn't want this to happen. He felt the need to protect her, even if he knew that she was fully capable of doing so herself. His lips drew back further over his teeth at the girl as she spoke, further digging his claws into the ground. Fire still flickered around his body, but stopping from lighting anything on fire. 

His ears twitched as her voice entered his mind, shorting before nodding his head once in a sharp movement. He paced back and forth now, his claws scraping over the ground. He let out his continuos low rumble, glaring darkly at the girl. His short tail thrashed, greatly wanting to dig his claws into the person's head. [@Arista]