The torrent of sounds had little effect on Jinn: just more noise, just more human barking, which might’ve meant something to a human but meant nothing to a wolf. But then there was that word. Jinn faltered, slightly cowed by the forceful roar of the stranger’s voice, mostly shaken by the sound of - no, that hadn’t meant anything. He didn’t recognize that word.
Even if he did, that part of him was too far gone. There was only this: territory and defending your prey. Jinn shook his head as if to clear it, fur rippling all along his back, and prowled closer.
If Nyx didn’t back away, he would attack him in the next breath, with fangs bared and claws extended in a way no natural wolf could.