While the rather small jackal ventured the countryside almost innocently, who should come but a random girl. He could tell this wolf was a girl by her stained fur which bore brightly colored hues. Tsrmono snorted, the flamboyant sight disgusting him. He remained quiet though, as the girl merely assumed him to be a jackal. That had not happened before. Most would assume him to be a coyote, because of the close looks and the mere fact that jackals were not popular around North America. His black, soulless eye looked up at the girl. "Correct," the jackal stated simply. He didn't have too much to say. Conversations were worthless in his opinion. "We are Tsrmono Sotir."
He sat down in the grass, his entirely black body, broken with bloody tears running under his eyes, stood still. Almost statuesque in appearance, Tsr continued. "Tell us, are there more jackals near? We assume you could not have guessed our heritage without seeing jackals before." His empty voice rang with no volume, as if he was speaking though a machine.