The land meant nothing to the jackal. The only thing that mattered was the beings that resided in them. Those who resided within the large groups and within families themselves were worthless. It was the loners that Tsrmono was after. Those separate from those dreaded packs. Tsrmono wanted nothing to do with them, and so he remained by himself, which may see unsafe, but Tsrmono was just fine on him own. He could hold his own ground.
Tsrmono never ventured too far near water. He had no intention of being near it. He saw nothing big like the ocean, and was used to seeing water in a bowl from which he drank. He wasn't afraid, but he wasn't interested. However, what did interest him, was the figure that played among the rocks. The creamy figure bounced around the stones like a child. From there, Tsr could estimate that the figure was possibly his height, maybe bigger. He approached the figure, which looked strangely like a jackal, but with some coyote-like features. This had to be a hybrid. But he was a jackal nonetheless. The black jackal remained silent, standing behind the male.