Shawn
*Lucrum just sat there In awe, he had never been healed by another person. . . Felt odd, as he was usually reliant on himself let alone was usually competent enough to avoid being injured as he knew the importance of keeping the healer safe. He didn't complain, he was thankful for her kindness. He smiles with his eyes.*

"Thank you."

*He was really receptive of the Canifor idle gestures, as he pushes his glasses back from the bridge of his nose. With such as the twitch of her ears or the wag of her tail. Lucrum was quick to notice, these little niche things helped form a sorta of idea of what Juna was as person. He was able to infer she was more introverted just by the fact she had been traveling alone prior, and her reserved nature. Preferring to roll with the conversation. He guessed she was very observant similar to him. . . 

She remains him of a old close friend, A feline to be exact. But scrunches his face at the thought. Best not to associate someone new to someone old, as it was a recipe for a mental disaster. He returns eye contact at the question before responding, he raises an eyebrow as he finds it odd she isn't aware of her traditional methods.*

"You don't know about the traditional methods—? For a canifor that's quite a surprise."
*He chuckles*

"Then again I've had three mothers in my life...— an Orc, an Elf and my real one— I..."
*His face is quickly saddened at the thought, but is quick to shake it. As he's gone a tad too far off topic. He resumes.*

"Well, anyways. . . You need to become the alpha of the pack and make sure that Jace knows. . . That you aren't playing around, reward him for his good behavior and punish his bad behavior."

*Lucrum scrunches his face at the idea of Juna being stern with Jace. What was the likely hood of the canifor doing that? He felt bad wondering how Juna if she'd be up to the idea. As she seems to fond and caring of the Jackal, and knowing his nature he may lash out at Juna for not getting his way.*
Michelle
"You're welcome..."*She responded quietly to the Macen's gratitude. Her tail would flick to the side in warm acknowledgment as she began to relax more. She listened to him state how odd it was that she didn't know the traditional methods despite being a Canifor to which she flicked her ears in confusion. Did he mean the Canifor traditional methods? Of course, the one thing she wouldn't know of. Actually there could have been multiple, but at this point she could feel a sharp feeling of embarrassment pass through her.*

"I... Haven't really met many... Canifors..."*She said in response. It was true statement, even growing up she's never met any other Canifor and her travels through Drase was no different. One Canifor she had met was in combat, not getting a chance to talk in the heat of fighting him, another not too long ago, both encounters warranting a sense of aggression from one or the other now that she thought about it. Were they usually like that? No, that was surely biased. She just, hasn't met a friendly one yet, that must be it.

As Lucrum began to explain the dynamic of a pack, her mind began to drift off slightly. She's seen wolf packs before and had a general idea of how they worked, but last time she checked, two didn't really make a pack. Maybe three? But she doubted a newborn bird would understand the pack dynamic or a full grown bird for that matter. Maybe she should just focus on Jace for now, but becoming Alpha? She wasn't sure if she really had what it took.*

*When he mentioned her having to punish Jace for his bad behavior, her ears lowered slightly.*"You want me to... Punish him...?"*She asked in a tone that suggested she regretted the words the moment it came out her mouth. Maybe she was afraid of Jace hearing. Actually there was a high chance he did, whether or not he understood what that meant was the tricky part.

There was a bark that came from their side as the Jackal trudged his way through the bushes, his pelt covered in a mixture of leaves and dirt. Did he even get the treat or had he gotten distracted on the way? His tongue hung out playfully until his gaze eventually fell on Lucrum, allowing him to remember what he was previously doing. The Jackal seemed calmer at least though he still gave a bark of warning as he paced over towards them.*
Shawn
"Well, I'd assume that you haven't. . . But it's in your blood just as being Macen is in mine. . ."
*He rubs the nape of his neck*

"Maybe it is for the best, as it seems you've found much more being civilized than most of your species."

*Lucrum is highly aware of what he had just said, he hoped she doesn't take offense to it as to him. But it seemed rather true.*

"Unfortunately. . . As long as he gets his way— he'll see no reason to change. It's like pampering a child too much, they become spoiled. But this time the child a jack—"

*Lucrum jumps at the bark of Jace, his eyebrow raised. As he watches Jackal strut his merry way back. He turns his view back to Juna with look of concern. As he tries to keep the conversation going without upsetting the dog.*

"Anyways. . . Y'know, you gotta be ready for the worst. . . As you don't want to uh. . . Be too harsh. . ."
*Lucrums looks to his equine friend, they seem to have calm down. They seemed to grazing but kept the Jackal in its view*
Michelle
*Jace paced his way around the clearing, sniffing at the grazing creature before making his way over to the Macen and walking around them to sniff at him. The Jackal eventually let out a dissatisfied huff of air until he soon nosed his way to the bag of Jerky Lucrum had, staring at it with newfound interest.

Juna had to admit, it was in her blood to be... Well a Canifor. Even if she didn't know what that meant in that context. However, it did make her wonder how different she'd have been if she were raised by Canifors. Lucrum considered her 'more civilized', whether she was meant to take that as an insult toward her species or a compliment towards the way she was raised, she wasn't sure. What if she had been raised by Canifors? Would she simply be less civilized? More aggressive? Intolerable? Her ears gave that normal irritable twitch they did at the thought, but maybe it was simply the way Canifors were.

She wouldn't know and frankly if she wasn't raised by the Macens, she'd most likely be dead by now. Was that because the Canifors didn't want her? No, of course it couldn't be that simple. She decided to block out the thought to listen to the Macen, her gaze drawing onto to Jace as he paced around to give her something else to look at.

He was right about one thing, she probably was spoiling Jace. Perhaps he simply listened to her out of convenience rather than respect, but to punish him, what was she meant to do?*

"I don't... Want to be too harsh with him..."*She said admittedly.*"He keeps me company... And... He's always protected me... Sometimes too well I guess..."*Juna internally wondered if some of the times they got caught in a bad situation had engraved itself in the Jackal's memory. That is, if the jackal could remember much at all. Between the hybrid bears and the many people they came across, he always seemed more protective. Though it seemed to only be getting worst.*

"He doesn't mean any... Harm... He's just... Overprotective..."