Jason stares at you, his eyebrows furrowed with his mouth twisted into a sneer. “What… are you?” He questions as he puts his hands on his hips.

You’re a werewolf and he’s never seen one of.. you before. He clenches his jaw and his eyes flicker from your wolf ears to your tail and back to those eerie eyes you sport.

Roy told him that you were a good choice for the outlaws, and Jason is seriously doubting that claim. What’s a silly mutt going to do for them?