Ankyra Sound Wake up call

“So?” His brow furrowed accusationally, as if his noobness would in some way affect his place within Saltwinter. Yet, she did give him something to think about. “oh”​ His eyes looked away, for never before had he actually been corrected in such a way. Sure, Peregrine had scolded him more than once, but most of the time with a follow up joke or random glib to lighten the matter. Perhaps it was the very newness within the coastline pack that made him mentally take back is snarky attitude; his chances of getting kicked out now were much higher than being familiar with the pack as a whole. Yet, it bothered him as well. If someone was clearly being obnoxious and obviously didn't know such a horrible quality about themselves, he figured it was best to let them know. A grummble of adolecent defiance under his breath and a quick roll of the eyes was enough to keep his budding explosive emotions in check before he snapped one too much and was thrown from the very pack the yodeling sea-wench led. 

“Jackrabbit” He instinctively replied, though would have much prefered his name gone unoticed in the event he said something rude and was reported back to Kjalarr. Nevertheless, in the face of uncertianty, he had learned to return it with the same uncertianty given; commonly mistaken as "backtalk". “Whats it to you?” Optics narrowed almost accusationally though the intent to return the annoying favor was present in his mind. Clearly, the woman would have to be bothered enough times and at Jackrabbit's severity, for her to realize that her bothersome factors would need to be corrected. Where he thought he could get off fixing the Beta, he would never know, nor would he ever care. Little had been taught to the boy about certian things called manners, therefore, the thought of it never crossed his mind.