Ooc: Super rushed, it's quite late
Jack barely had time to register and remember the name the wolf had given him - Pyro, he liked that name, it fit her well - before other wolves had noticed them and came to find out what was going on. Feeling unsafe and too watched, the jet black pup scrambled over on to the other side of Pyro, and he would've cowered behind her form, but he had been fed a bit and regained a bit of his energy, and therefore his curiosity. So he settled with peeking over her back at the stranger wolves, ears switching between tipped backwards and tipped forwards, caution and curiosity. His dark brown eyes were wide and on guard, but still showed that tiny spark of innocent curiosity that the small bit of food and warmth had brought back.