Yuri pins back his ears and gives her a wild-eyed look from where he's still laying on the floor, claws scraping on the hard surface. Baring his still-changing teeth, he snarls to cover his confusion at the inrush of new scents and sounds and -- and the feeling that everything's alright? As the change finishes, he stumbles to his feet and lets out a bellow of general complaint. Considering he's normally roaring and charging the bars at this point, he's really doing quite well.