Kala grunts, looking back at the giant large-mouthed yellow ball. "Pale? Perhaps, though I haven't lost any blood," she says with the air of one who is used to such things. "I do not think I need any help, however. I am... not often in this town, and the practices here are-" she points at her shirt. "To have to announce that I am a predator, and I do not want to die in someone else's stomach- bizarre! Does the sheep get to argue with the wolf about dinner? And those who would willingly wear shirts proclaiming their willingness to feed another-" she shakes her head. "Madness."