Jet ceased his attempts to grab a tail, instead settling contently where he was to watch the word upside-down. It was a perspective he was unused to, that was sure, and he became so distracted with looking around that at first, he forgot to reply to Merrill's inquiries. But then he caught sight of her light paws, and he turned to her, rolling back upright to quell the dizziness he felt.

"Well, I guess we could be a pack. A normal pack's just like an extended family, right?" he pawed at an ear, wondering how to continue. "But our family isn't a pack, in a sense, because we don't have Draggas or Drappas or anything. But we do what packs do: hunt for each other, care for each other, an' all. So..." he raised a paw and flopped it in the air, as if that would suddenly make everything clear. "Yeah."

He cocked his head, his expression thoughtful. "I dunno. Never seen any. But I did meet some strangers once who were in a pack," he offered. "One when I was a pup. Said he had one, but I dunno where he went. And there was a female with another female as a mate who has one." He was sure those vauge details weren't helpful at all, but he wasn't sure what else to saw, and he pawed at the ground.