Ankyra Sound it's not a good idea to look at tommy shelby the wrong way

He had been pissing on the borders as Kjalarr had suggested, something he found equally as exhausting as it was boring. He would take 10 paces, release and repeat. Except the Saltwinter territory was exceptionally large and after a little while, it had become straining to try and squeeze his bladder dry of it's contents. The boy would have returned to his current resting place, had he not picked up the sound of nearby chatter. Visitors from outside where much more scarce near the sea than they had been at Redhawk Caldera. Perhaps it was the seclusion, their place by the sea with distant neighboors. This sparked an interest in the newcomer, having seen Peregrine interrupt strangers by the borders — and chase them off — many times before. Now, it was Jackrabbit's turn, he figured, for he had grown. He had grown and he had been given a task by the Alpha upon his arrival, something he took seriously. Yet, his eager strides was also partially inspired by the fact that he could not wait to chase of some annoying wolf he already didn't like, for really, anyone besides himself was obnoxious in some way. 

Yet, his nose wrinkled as he neared the duo, looking over the stranger to find he wasn't some shaggy loser, but actually a well kept man. How disappointing. The Psycho Lady was also present, and he opted to ignore her existence for the time being, just in case she decided to belt out in song at any given moment (which, was entirely possible). Coming beside the woman, his eyes narrowed at me met the other's optics. “Who are you?” The boy sounded slightly miffed, purely due to the fact that the guy didn't look like the type to be driven off by a seventh month old kid. An impatient gaze rested unwavering on the man, and eventually, an explanation of his purpose at their borders.