[h1][center][color=green]Kriv 'Jackal' Westari[/color][/center][/h1][hr]



[indent]
The sudden alarm of a gunshot caused the beast to screech and leap away from the impact of the bullet. What was that sorcery? Observation deduced that it came from the device in that one fleshy creature's hand, yet the machinations perplexed him in how it could do that. That alarm of fear was replaced with curiosity, he'd have to inspect its details later. The message was sent, and Jackal didn't attempt to turn violent; for now at least. It was clear that they all needed to eat like some sort of pack, perhaps he had eaten too much for the sake of the other tribe. He wasn't entirely sure if he could trust these lot, especially after the warning, and he'd be sure to keep a close eye on that creature that gave that attempt of intimidation.

The reptile looked towards the strange abomination that had asked him about his last meal with cold eyes as a piece of the burned corpse's tail hung from his saurian lips. [color=green]"3 moons ago."[/color] He replied, and had little else focus with what the group was discussing for the moment, he was more curious of the water that had formed. 

Having approached the body of water, Jackal dipped the tip of his tail into the newly made ditch of water to test if it wasn't toxic. Sure enough, his tail wasn't damaged by the liquid. He then slowly pulled his head over and licked his forked tongue across the surface. From what he could tell the water seemed safe, and appeared to be clean. It wasn't some kind of chemical or acid that resembled water, to his relief. 

With that in mind, he decided this would be a great place to build shelters, or at least, a shelter for himself. With no trees in sight, he decided to dig. While his claws tore away at the dirt easily like a dog tracking a mole, a roadblock came in the form of some kind of stone. The rock was flat, and more importantly, impervious to his attempts at digging it. He couldn't even chip off pieces of it to his dismay. By his judgement, the 3 foot wide hole was only five feet deep. Far too small for his leisure. 

His distraught sparked a new idea for shelter. He started to widen the premade hole, and began to dig forward to create a thick line in the dirt; meanwhile the dirt he scooped out was thrown inward. Within 10 minutes he had dug out a five foot trench that was six feet wide and 15 feet long. It wasn't much, but it was a start. He crawled out and stood over his dig to further consider the shelter he was building. Ideally, he wished to expand the hole more so and use that dirt to build some kind of mound for a wall around it. A process that by his estimate might take hours if not a whole day; and even succeeding in that he still lacked any sort of material for a roof.

Perhaps he could instead build up a huge mound of a dirt and dig within it for his shelter. Though to get a mound that size would take just as long as his previous thought for digging it up alone. How long would it be till nightfall? The sun was different in size and color then his own sun, he had no idea how long it would take for night to settle. He then turned back to the group that was some meters away;
He considered asking their assistance.[/indent]