She's being looked at like she's some kind of weird alien microbe, and Catra has no idea why. What, are there not people like her here? Okay, there's not any people like her where she's from either, but! Back home there's all sorts of lizard people and fairy people and scorpion people and aliens and everything!
Maybe he just doesn't speak her language?
"Whaaaaat is," she starts, exaggeratedly slow, "a weeeerewoooolf. Did you not hear me? Is the sound of my voice taking too long to reach your ears? Is your brain up too high to comprehend?"
She picks up one of the blankets she was looking at, and points at the tag with a dark claw, where it the information is neatly printed. "See? It says it's made from werewolf fur, but I have no idea what that is. Maybe it's some horrible gross monster and I don't want its fur covering me, you know?"
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Maybe he just doesn't speak her language?
"Whaaaaat is," she starts, exaggeratedly slow, "a weeeerewoooolf. Did you not hear me? Is the sound of my voice taking too long to reach your ears? Is your brain up too high to comprehend?"
She picks up one of the blankets she was looking at, and points at the tag with a dark claw, where it the information is neatly printed. "See? It says it's made from werewolf fur, but I have no idea what that is. Maybe it's some horrible gross monster and I don't want its fur covering me, you know?"