Yuri growls, stepping closer. The burning in his paw seems to have only gotten worse, and now that he lets himself slow down, he's limping noticeably. He stops, panting and watching her, trying to decide if he can sprint forward and get her before she takes off again.

Injured paw held lifted whenever he's still, he stumbles closer again in indecision. Hate animals, he informs her. You should be slower.