Neverwinter Forest Baby eat this chicken slow, it's full of all them little bones

Jackalope's expression went from being fairly deadpan to a mix of blatant alarm and disgust when Mal mentioned earthquakes, without sounding terribly alarmed at all. It was remarkable for someone to speak of something that Jackalope had only ever heard of without making a big deal out of it- especially when paired with a prey shortage. He glanced at Mal, who he regarded in that moment as the sort of wolf who didn't often get ruffled, and if nothing else, it won him a bit of respect from the incredulous Jackalope. At least this was a sign that in a crisis, his alpha could potentially keep a level head. 

"Hmm," Was all he could manage as a reply, disturbed still that the pack had suffered an earthquake. Maybe it hadn't been a very big one, though it had apparently been shocking enough to frighten off the large prey. He glanced up at the trees they passed as they walked, and he nodded. "They would. I think cedar's their favourite; they'll strip all the bark off a cedar if they're desperate," He commented, though he might've still sounded somewhat distracted. "Any tension from neighbouring packs from the food shortage?" He asked. Having been turned away from a few packs already, he suspected that at least some of them might get hostile when they got hangry.