Forgive Rynnas' ignorance, he doesn't know much about jackals, so he assumed that she was a coyote.
WC: 737
It was high time for the sulky male to leave the pack lands. For so long he'd kept to himself, sticking close to Eli's old tree house and immersing himself in the plans and building of his own home. Aside from a few visits from his sister, Rynnas spent his time alone with Tumblety. And while he'd grown greatly fond of his little bat charge, the creature wasn't exactly the greatest for conversations. He'd been surprised that the bat even stuck around after his wing was completely healed. Rynnas had expected Tumblety to take off as soon as he opened the cage he'd made for the little guy's recovery. Instead, the pallid bat had lit from his roost and circled the area a few times before coming to land on Rynnas himself, sticking his claws into the scruffy fur along the werewolf's thick neck. Rynnas had frozen with surprise for a moment before agreeing with the animal's unspoken words. Alright then. He'd said softly, reaching to run a finger softly along Tumblety's length. It'll be just the two of us. And that was that. He was here to stay. Aside from hunting trips he took either at dusk or just before dawn, Tumblety remained in Rynnas' company. If he wasn't nestled deep into the fur along his neck or chest, he'd be roosted somewhere near by.
So while it was difficult for the subordinate to be away from his home and the comforting presence of his brother's memories, the male had to admit that getting out and about was good for him. He moved at a leisurely pace on all fours, his massive form easing through the trees with a grace that seemed at odds with his size. He'd pause here and there to investigate anything of interest, speaking out loud to his friend infrequently. Everything was taken in with a passive sort of interest. This was Rynnas' way. He'd acknowledge things now, but later on when he retired to bed he wouldn't be able to remember any details about his day. His mind would be consumed by different memories, things not so easily forgotten. It was as though he was currently living in a sort of limbo, unable to go back to before but also incapable of moving forward. He was stuck. Rynnas knew he'd be this way until he was able to move on from his brother's death. Easy in theory, but impossible to actually achieve. Not now, anyway. Perhaps some time in the future.
The memories were currently held at bay and Rynnas was able to function almost entirely unburdened. He moved on as the trees gradually thinned before giving away entirely, the forest ending where plains took its place. The terrain was a mixture of sand and rocks, a barren sort of place. He knew instantly that he preferred the forest over this area. Tumblety reacted to the sudden sun, burrowing deeper into his long fur as if to hide. Rynnas gave a sympathetic woof and was about to turn around in order to plunge back into the green darkness when the presence of others pulled at his attention. He was immediately on guard, his impressive form stiffening as he gazed around. He whimpered softly at Tumblety, warning the bat to conceal himself better. Already attuned to the wolf's cues, Tumblety moved to the back of Rynnas' neck, settling in at the base where his fur was the longest. Here he was almost unnoticeable. Satisfied, the massive male moved forward, eyes alert.
If he knew anything about Dahlia's history and Malachi's nature, the male would have been more worried about the coyote than the bear. As it was, he gave a brief nod to the Inferni member (whether she noticed or not, he wasn't sure) before turning his sharp gaze on the bear. Rynnas was giant by all wolf standards, but compared to a bear he was almost dwarfed. He'd never come across one before, but had been taught since his infancy to be wary of them. His grandmother, Ravyn had been involved in a rather nasty fight with a bear years ago. The scars on her body had been an effective reminder as she cautioned the pack's pups. So while Malachi's expression seemed friendly enough, he couldn't be sure. But perhaps it was a friend of the coyotes? He waited for a reaction before making any move.