Jack noticed how nobody was around the campfire, that was already out by now. His ears perked up at the sound of a howl. He grabbed his stick with 10 marshmellows on it and shot a blast of air below him, capitulating him into the air with great speed. He steadied himself out with the wind, pushing him an equal amount upwards as gravity, so he was hovering. He shot a stream out of his feet and flew to where he heard the howl. Jack peered around then froze. He smelled some metallic smell, something he smelled before, yet, unfamiliar for a couple of minutes. Jack laughed then remembered "Oh right blood, that's what it is" He said, then chuckled nervously. He scanned until his eyes caught on something. He sees that a kid just splashed into some water, obviously spooked. Jack then noticed the kid was looking in a specific direction. Which meant he was talking to someone. Someone he could not see. Jack flew down and landed gracefully as to not harm his delicious marshmallows. He smiled brightly "what seems to be the issue" He says while shoving a melted marshmallow in his mouth.