Sand flew when his ass landed not so comfortably. Instead of whining about it, Jason almost snarled in his own humanic way, shrugging off the others apparent attitude problem. He stood slowly, gathering himself and dusting off the expensive clothing that draped his form. Trust the feral to toss him in the dirt without a second thought to his suit.
Without another word to the surrounding company, he followed the obviously upset whelp. Something needed to be settled, and he would find out what that was eventually.