Jander had turned down a street almost devoid of others, he didn't know where he was going, he was just wandering.
As he caught the blur of movement out of his eye, he responded instinctively, jumping back, growling, fangs bared. When he realized who it was, a malicious, sadistic look overcame his face.
There was only one kind of communication he relished at the moment. Balling his fist, he pulled it back, and swung right at Dennis' nose, then following it up with a kick to the knees.