Despite living in Saltwinter, the majority of his time was spent roaming outside its territory. Perhaps it was the nomadic nature he had adopted over his lifetime of fleeing and moving; Jackrabbit could not stay in one place for very long. Yet, nothing about his journeys away suggested he was in any position to abandon Saltwinter, regardless of the unreasonable pack mates, the boy quite liked the seaside home. Not that he would admit it, however. Any attachment he made known to the rest of the world had always proved to backfire, as if they very proclamation of his happiness was cursed. In fact, it most likely was. Perhaps, that too was a factor in his constant roaming, for her could not settle long before some disaster or other struck and he was send packing again. While he was almost confident that Fate could not find him at the edge of the world, there was a shimmer of doubt in him that he was not about to take chances with. Climbing higher than he had come before, he rested atop mountains that reminded him similarily of Silvertip, though he knew it was not. Perhaps, he would have continued to think of his biological family and the sad events of his early life, had he not come across a particularily displaced looking woman, crying, or something of that sort. 

"What's wrong with you?" The boy blatantly inquired, no touch of sympathy within his tone. The woman had herself on the ground, head seemingly buried as far as it could get between her paws and into the dirt; a position Jack had done himself many times before through his early life. Whatever weighed on the woman's mind had to be something heart-wrenching, sorrowful and emotionally evoking; various things Jackrabbit had no interest in hearing. Yet, it did not feel right to him to just leave her there. While he knew there was little he could do at all, the woman being much older than himself, he had to at least make sure she wasn't about to go off herself, before he quickly made his retreat. Curious and slightly suspicious eyes rested on the woman, though he wasn't sure she could see him in her buried state. She looked quite pathetic, if he had to admit, though not that he would say it aloud. The situation he had managed to wind himself up in was one he had witnessed too many times before, that perhaps, his unwillingness to simply leave the woman to her own thoughts was caused by the fact she seemed a mirror image of his state a few months ago.

Before he could really do anything, the woman lept up in a defensive crouch as the boy himself stood tensely still. There was little the boy could do against the woman, he knew, however his worries that he had accidentally pissed of the lady just by talking were no sooner eased as she returned with an inquiry of her own. The boy shrugged at her reply, for had Jackrabbit sensed anything volatile from the woman, he would not have approached. Jackrabbit had known many dangerous, strange adults in his lifetime to sort out the good from the bad, by now. Whoever this lady was, the last thing he got from her was life threatening, but a hint of extreme sadness and overall misery. "You're not very threatening," He stated quite bluntly, as if this was not a grown woman who actually did have the ability to end his life. "at all, really, just kind of.. sad," the kid continued to mumble but soon as he drifted to the brink of almost absentmindedly insulting the female, he shut his mouth closed as quickly as it had opened. The last thing he needed was to actually get attacked by an already upset woman on a strange mountain top, though if she did, there wasn't really anyone to care about his ab sense. 

"More than once," The boy simply spoke but did not extend further, keeping his personal losses to himself. The kid was not a very open boy, much less with a sad looking woman that he had never seen before. He had answered the question, at least; his tone with less feeling then as he spoke the words then he had when he rudely question the woman in the first place. Over time, he had looked at the constant death that seemed to surround him like any other fact, that he was a curse, or that his life was simply meant to have death contained in a bubble. It was all probably pre-planned, he had gathered. That by existing where he did, his presence was automatically eligible to kill somebody. However, nobody in Saltwinter had died, as of yet, and he found himself counting down the days till they did. 

Had he shut his mouth only a few seconds before, perhaps he would not have to feel the sensation of his hair standing on end as the woman snarled in his blank face that may have caused him to accidentally bite his tongue. However, he did not feel threatened by the woman, simply, that she would not be hesitant to put him in his place if he opted to insult her again. While he would have never bothered to correct his tone before, he had learned a thing or two about superiority when to close ones mouth. "Oh," Perhaps, he understood. He knew loss, many times over, yet not in the way Saena did. He knew death, but he knew not of abandonment. d for that he couldn't bring himself to sympathize with the woman; not that he figured she needed it. Regardless of his belief that the woman held no terror evoking qualities, he knew she was strong simply just by listening to her speak. She held no upfront tone of sorrow in her voice though she indicated her life had been pretty shitty up to that point; unlike Jack who had continuously used other's pity to his will. 

Yet, as soon as the topic of life problems surfaced, it ended, to his relief. Things had started go down the deep & emotional road, two things he had hoped to avoid when fleeing the Caldera. And for that, he was grateful the woman could take a cue, whereas many did not. "Not really," The boy shrugged though his tone just in the slightest suspicious, wondering what the woman had planned to cause her to ask him this. It wasn't like he had anywhere to be really, for no duties had been assigned on him, nor did he had any bed time or curfew he had to meet. Regardless, if he went missing, that would be that. Unlike he had lived in Redhawk, the boy had none to look out for him like Peregrine had, instead, he lived the way he desired. Jackrabbit took the time to sit, knowing he would not be traveling back to Saltwinter any time soon. 

"What's your name, anyways?"