Continuing his wandering of the Nova Scotian land, Tsrmono meandered his way towards a different territory. The jackal hadn't really accomplished much, but he simply collected his intel for the packs in the area. He wanted to understand how each was different. One was a coyote clan, one was full of mutts, and another was a plain old wolf pack. The only interesting ones so far were the mutt pack, and the coyote clan. Even then, what really interested him was the set of jackal hybrids that seemed to roam around near the clan. He assumed they were a part of that clan, and he was very set on meeting them.
Stepping carefully towards the territory, Tsrmono weaved his way around the trees and various objects that littered the ground. From where he was he could see some debris, similar to a plane, in the distance. He didn't know there were remnants of human artifacts in the area. He would have to make a mental note of their locations, and study them on a later day. For now he rested, safely outside the borders of the pack territory. He may not emotions, but he knew common courtesy when it came to packs.