The masked Jackal floats several feet from the ground, his head slowly turning to acknowledge your presence; his one burning yellow eye felt as though it was piercing through you, looking for any signs of weakness that he could just based on the cursory glance; seemingly pleased, he'd chuckle quietly to himself. "I can taste your terror, child. All that anxiety and doubt... It's delicious. Give in to your fear. Flee screaming and I'll let you live."