Well, Fuck. Jack thought to himself as the blond man began doing what appeared to be a damn good impression of a Mortal Kombat character. This was more than he'd bargained for. The wolf was mentally running through its fight-or-flight scenario and Jack was holding as tightly as he could to the reins of the beast's mind, but being bucked away in favor of a more instinct-driven response.
The beast chose fight and threw back his head and let out a blood-curdling howl. He lurched toward the blond man, whose chest had a strange glowing pattern on it, claws flailing about in a whirlwind of fur and muscle. As he closed in on the man, he managed to let out a growl that somewhat resembled the phrase "The Page!!! Mine!!!"