"Whose to say it can't already," Jackson said upon his arrival, looking a little tired. He was also wearing some tough-looking jeans, a hooded flannel jacket with a thermal long sleeve underneath it, some hiking boots, and a special kind of watch that seemed to double as a compass. He also had knives, three rather large hunting knives on a holster around his waist, all sheathed, and an ornate thowing knife in hand, being flipped over and over in his hand with a practiced ease, the naked silver blade gleaming in the light of dawn. "If it can shapeshift, then it can be anywhere, so watch you should back and stay on guard."

Jackson groaned slightly, gripping his head in pain, his knife flipping inreasing in frequency as his fristration grew. "Man, I had the worst sleep last night. I don't have a clue why, but I don't feel rested at all, and I've had a splitting headache since this morning. That aside,, how have you guys been doing?" Jackson yawned as he rested against a tree, now taking to spinning the knife around in his hands. "Oh, and good morning."