Jack got a new shirt out of his backpack. It was his only spare, and it was just a plain black t-shirt. He tossed his ripped one aside, no longer caring what happened to it. He pulled the new shirt on. After doing that he wiped the dirt from his pants. He knew there was still fighting going on, but he knew if he tried to help all he would do was get in the way. So he did the only thing he could do, he watched the wolf fight the drone.