Jacob watches as the burn mark settles into a black tattoo, mirroring the one the man has on his neck. At least the stench of burning flesh has stopped. The look he gets after his comment earns a wry expression and the werewolf tilts his head to the side. “They’re not our top offensive weapons,” he retorts dryly. Unlike cats which slash with their claws, wolves don’t tend to do that as a primary action. Their claws are more for grip and stability than active weapons, preferring to use their strength and jaws to knock about and rip vampires apart. Still, it’s not like they can’t use them anymore than a human can’t use their fingernails.
Not sure why Alec’s getting all tense again, Jacob lets the matter drop at that and focuses on keeping track of his two packmates and Rosalie as they near the area. He tells Quil to keep nearby but out of the need to stay able to communicate with the man, Jacob opts not to transform for now. He keeps up with Alec without a problem, instinctively knowing where to step and move to avoid landing on anything unwanted. It’d take more than stepping on a pinecone barefoot to puncture his skin, but that doesn’t mean it’s comfortable to suddenly lose an inch in leg height.
Repeating his instructions for the other two wolves to not engage the creature even if they do see it, the message and location ripple through both Uley and Black packs, which then gets relayed verbally to the Cullens. One by one, the groups begin to converge on the location, staying slightly spread out so they can keep any attempts at fleeing in a “web” of sorts. Either to catch it or pursue it without losing the trail again.
Jacob just smirks at the comment and Alec’s wince. “Not all of them,” he retorts semi-under his breath, but enough for Alec to hear. Which can be taken as innocently or innuendo-ly as much as he likes. It’s been a while since Jacob had the chance to be a bit of a flirty shit with someone. “A goat?!” Hold on a second? This mountain-crawling threat that’s supposed to be a danger to them is a GOAT?! More than a few barks of laughter and irritation come through his mind at the information. He gets a number of mental images that are as disturbing as they are hilarious. Including a cartoony thing from Seth that ends up looking like a goat crossed with a beaver chewing on tree trunks. Nice one, Seth.
He pauses when Alec suddenly threatens to hang himself with his bow. Or dislocate his shoulder. Oh boy. “City slicker,” he murmurs in amusement. “Our youngest is around 16. Just phased about 4 weeks ago. He’s still adjusting.” As for animals and plants around… hell that can range anywhere from… a lot. Jacob abruptly catches Alec’s arm and stops him. Right before the log the man had almost stepped on gave way from the rot and plummeted down between the boulders. Yeah, definitely not a woodsman.
“How about you not mention this to anyone else, but it might be easier if you ride me.” Before he ends up breaking an ankle. Not that he doubts the man’s prowess, but they’re on a time schedule.
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Not sure why Alec’s getting all tense again, Jacob lets the matter drop at that and focuses on keeping track of his two packmates and Rosalie as they near the area. He tells Quil to keep nearby but out of the need to stay able to communicate with the man, Jacob opts not to transform for now. He keeps up with Alec without a problem, instinctively knowing where to step and move to avoid landing on anything unwanted. It’d take more than stepping on a pinecone barefoot to puncture his skin, but that doesn’t mean it’s comfortable to suddenly lose an inch in leg height.
Repeating his instructions for the other two wolves to not engage the creature even if they do see it, the message and location ripple through both Uley and Black packs, which then gets relayed verbally to the Cullens. One by one, the groups begin to converge on the location, staying slightly spread out so they can keep any attempts at fleeing in a “web” of sorts. Either to catch it or pursue it without losing the trail again.
Jacob just smirks at the comment and Alec’s wince. “Not all of them,” he retorts semi-under his breath, but enough for Alec to hear. Which can be taken as innocently or innuendo-ly as much as he likes. It’s been a while since Jacob had the chance to be a bit of a flirty shit with someone. “A goat?!” Hold on a second? This mountain-crawling threat that’s supposed to be a danger to them is a GOAT?! More than a few barks of laughter and irritation come through his mind at the information. He gets a number of mental images that are as disturbing as they are hilarious. Including a cartoony thing from Seth that ends up looking like a goat crossed with a beaver chewing on tree trunks. Nice one, Seth.
He pauses when Alec suddenly threatens to hang himself with his bow. Or dislocate his shoulder. Oh boy. “City slicker,” he murmurs in amusement. “Our youngest is around 16. Just phased about 4 weeks ago. He’s still adjusting.” As for animals and plants around… hell that can range anywhere from… a lot. Jacob abruptly catches Alec’s arm and stops him. Right before the log the man had almost stepped on gave way from the rot and plummeted down between the boulders. Yeah, definitely not a woodsman.
“How about you not mention this to anyone else, but it might be easier if you ride me.” Before he ends up breaking an ankle. Not that he doubts the man’s prowess, but they’re on a time schedule.
Shut up, guys! Not remotely what I meant!
Ugh. Bunch of young men. What’d you expect?