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Over the mooing of cows and the bleating of goats in the small fenced in pasture, one distinct angrier sound could be heard. The ram was angry. More than angry, it was furious. Those little ropes that marked off certain areas were there for a reason, and Jack had crossed one, winding up right in the center of a herd of sheep. Now, sheep weren't known to be particularly agressive, that is until you started waving a knife in their faces, which is exactly what the boy did.

His older cousin Teagan had dropped him off at the zoo with the hope that being around the animals he seemed so interested in would calm him down. As an added bonus, Teagan hadn't stayed to tag along. They rarely did. Jack was what some would call the black sheep in the family. Though at this point, even the sheep was mad at him.

The ram snorted and lowered its head, and Jack retorted the same. He was stronger than this thing, a Wiltshire Horn if he wasn't mistaken which he never was, and he was smarter too. Deciding he wouldn't let it off without a fight, he spit on the ground to provoke it, "Come an!"

The animal started to rush at him but was quickly stopped by a zookeeper who also 'kindly' lifted Jack out of the pen and told him in a rather loud, annoyed tone to "Keep out." So much for hands on learning. He stayed around the petting zoo area, reaching over to touch the goats occasionally, though he was looking for something a little more interesting.

Jan, all tall, androgynous, and grown was making her way through the zoo, not particularly pleased with the sight of animals behind bars. Why had she come here? ... Because... Because she too was caged. Her wild, young joy had been captured and chained, and a solemn creature was left in it's place. She almost walked straight past the petting zoo, until she realized...

"Caz. Yvette."

Those were Rune's. And her's, in a way. Or, rather, she was Yvette's? And the boy... Who was he... He looked familiar... Unconciously, her hand lifted to touch her scar, a single brow lifting as she remembered.

"... Jack."

He'd cut her face open, and she'd thought it was cool. She'd kept the scar on purpose.

Caz glanced up at the boy beside him with interest, not really caring about the dirt. A glance at the woman - now struggling to wrestle her hair from the baby's grip - and he grinned slightly, showing teeth. "I like aminals." He explained, slightly wicked. "But Sisha's a jerk, an' it makes her mad when I whine. So I bug her."

Flicking a look at the ram, he tilted his head to one side. "How come they made you get out?"

Yvette, meanwhile, had paused in her small tantrum the minute she heard a familiar voice. Looking up, she recognized her fellow Sin instantly. "JANI!!!!" She screamed, kicking and squirming as she held out her arms. Tears stood out in her eyes, and she wailed, ignoring Sisha's irritated attempts to stop her wriggling. "JANI!!"

At the mention of him getting kicked out, Jack spat over his shoulder into the pen, giving a little snort. "Cause that b***h hates me," he reasoned, nodding his head to the now smiling woman letting kids in and out of the pen, "An' cause I was fightin the sheep." In retrospect, it didn't seem like the brave, tough venture that it had at the time, but he still believed he had been in the right.

"Nah, they're not," he agreed, shaking his head. The smaller girl's crying was grating on his nerves, but he knew that if he got angry again they might throw him out of the zoo completely. So instead of yelling at her to shut up, he simply grit his teeth and looked Jani up and down, "You got bigger." Blunt and to the point, just his style.

Those serious brown eyes moved reluctantly from the older woman's face to Caz, momentarily lightening to show her pleasure in the thought of her friend. She adored Chloe, but she hadn't seen her since she'd been a toddler. Nodding in response to his comment, she extended the nod to also be one for Jack, her gaze sliding over him.

"Bigger than you."

A flash of white teeth in either a grin, or a warning, depending on how you interpreted in, and the girl absently stroked Yvette, her head turning to Sisha.

"Ef ya kinnot 'andle 'er properly, then dun do et."

That, was clearly a warning. Not Jan's usual behavior. She'd been feeling odd since her growth.

"Jack." Caz repeated, nodding slowly. This kid seemed kinda fun. "I'm Caz." He grinned suddenly, glancing back at the petting zoo. "Want the lady to go away?"

Yvette glanced down, then up at Jani again and cooed happily at the petting. The boy was kind of odd, but she was with Jani, and she trusted the potato Sin with pretty much everything. It wasn't as though Jack had attacked her or anything, either. "Jack like us?" She asked innocently, snuggling closer to Jan. She hadn't met a new Sin in quite a while.

Sisha looked caught between fury, embarrassment and her usual disgust. For a moment, she hadn't even been certain just who in the hell had picked up the little vine-drawn brat - though frankly, she didn't much care, as long as that rat was out of her hair. On the other hand, Rune might kill her for losing one of the dirty little rugrats (though how in hell the woman could tell, she had so many) . . . and it rankled her pride that Jani could calm down Yvette so quickly. Especially after a solid half-hour of screaming, where the high noble had tried everything she could think of to shut the brat up. "Who in the hell are you?" She demanded.

This was becoming just a bit boring. If only he could get to that sheep. Glancing over, he noticed that the woman gaurding the gate was looking away. "Alright," He cooed, hopping up backwards to sit on the wooden fence. Perfect chance, he wasn't going to let it get away from him. "Anyone wanna come along?" He chirped, a wicked smile settling over his face. Not that he was actually going to wait for them, hell no. He could lose his chance if he waited.

"Here we go!" He yelled, flipping back over the fence. The motion got him a few splinters in his hands, but he didn't back. As soon as his feet touched the ground he took off running, headed straight for the ram that now had its back turned on him. Rule number one, never turn your back on an opponent. That was stupid.