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How much did this old man expect of him? 

When he was questioned, Jackie turned a harsh, incredulous gaze toward him as though he was offended. He didn't like being quizzed. Was this his way of trying to be a mentor? It made him bristle. He didn't like being tested, or asked questions he didn't know the answer to. Even when he did know the answer, he hated it when others checked to make sure he knew. It was like the man was implying he was dumb enough to not know. 

He sent a little rock flying with a flick of his forepaw and frowned at the ground for a moment. 

He still wanted to get a meal out of this. He had to find something to eat, and this man was his ticket to a meal, whether he liked it or not. But now that he knew Gunnar expected him to possibly catch his own rabbit, if there was more than one, he began to worry that he might fail, and not get a meal at all. If Gunnar suggested they hunt deer, he'd have to bail; there was no way he'd have any success hunting a deer. And even if they did hunt rabbits, there was the chance that Gunnar might get one, and he might not. If that was the case, he'd have to steal from the guy but...He honestly didn't look as frail as he had before. The man moved way too fast. 

"Depends on yer definition of 'a couple' versus 'a few,'" He said. His own grammar was horrible, but it didn't stop him from being a critic. "We'll have better luck with rabbits." That was the call he made. He looked up at Gunnar, then, to see if he was still game. If he wasn't satisfied, he could wander off and try and hunt whatever else on his own. The scent was good enough now, Jackie II wouldn't be terribly discouraged if the man left. More for him, in the long run.