Ankyra Sound to dixie’s sunny shore

The sharp sound was enough to stop Jackson in his tracks for the moment, though he halted quite reluctantly; internally being spurned to either charge at them or make for his intended destination. He had instincts to abide by, but he'd be damned to try to make nice first... if that was even an option. His own dark coat bristled slightly, it was interactions like these that had a special way of putting him on edge; the two predator's energies bouncing off each other and feeding the suspense.

You ain't need nothin' from me.