You find Jackal sitting on your front porch, his massive head resting on his paws. At the sound of the door, he’s on his feet in a second, teeth bared until he recognizes your scent. He relaxes, but only slightly, his tail giving a short, stiff wag.

"Safe inside? Good. I’ve been trailing a few shadows since sundown. Don’t worry about 'em—they won’t get past me."