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Jackie II shuddered when the man growled. His tail remained low, but it waved, portraying his amusement but also his cowardice. The grimace on his face was part grin, part scowl. Even he did not know how to make himself any more intimidating to support his hostile words, and it showed. The sandy male, on the other hand, definitely looked like he'd had some experience learning dominance. He had confidence, and that made Jackie II nervous. He tried to laugh at the man's words but his laughter was more snivelling than anything. 

His mother. 

He hated it when others talked about his mother, but whenever he let that get to him, he typically got his ass handed to him immediately afterwards. "If you bin here so long, why ain't you claimed it then?" He shot back, surprising himself with even that amount of cleverness. 

And when an insult was sent his way, Jackie II snickered. At least the guy hadn't already initiated a physical fight. He doubted the man wanted to, at all. But a verbal one? Heck, they could toss words around. "I can smell the stench of old, rotting-on-the-inside man smell from a mile away. That's prolly how you catch your prey eh? They catch wind of ya an' they think 'nahhhh it's just an old geezer wolf, he can't catch me.'"