Glancing over at Haven as she brushed up against him, Jimmy followed the smaller Uratha in, hands shoved in the pockets of his field jacket. His unsettled mood was clear from the way he hunched his shoulders and flicked his eyes about the room, swaying from side to side as he stood by Haven's side, a bit closer than might be considered polite in some circles. He made no effort to speak to the others as they prepared for the ritual, a grim and hasty look at Kyle giving good evidence as to why. And so he remained silent, taking his position by Haven and waiting as the girls started their howls.<br/><br/>When his turn came, he tipped his head back and cut loose with a deep-chested bellow of a wolf-call, a sound of animal fury befitting an Uratha born again under the full moon. It seemed to come as a surprise to himself though, a sudden release of primal energy after half-contained, grinning anger and sullen silence. Just as the others had done, he quickly relaxed into the rite, eyes closing and fists clenching at his sides while he kept the howl going strong.