He's not hiding or cowering, but he does hear sounds. Werewolf hearing comes in handy. Someone is stomping around and kicking in doors. Loudly. He thought he could hide out in his room alone. He thought he'd be fine, but then the vines came. Hard to avoid and even harder to fight. His claws came in handy. He could cut the majority of them before anything clipped him. One did clip him though. Punctured the meat of his left leg. It hurt at first, but then it was like going to sleep. Slowly. After a few moments he was up. Up and moving. He felt the same except for the scratching in the back of his head. Then his voice was there. Telling him it was okay.

Jackson let him take a spin before he finally decided he wanted back in the drivers seat. Everyone needs a break now and again.

Back to his task at hand. Investigating the sound of those noises. Loud and booming. The smell it different too. Dead. Makes him wanna gag, but he moves forward. Follows the sound until he turns a corner and sees the back of Angelus. He's not sure who he's hunting, but Jackson can't help the desire to actually help. He doesn't know any of these people and he doesn't owe them a damn thing, but this guy looks dangerous. Worse than Derek Hale on his worst day. Still he goes toward him because maybe he wanted to help someone. Help someone like he couldn't help Lydia.

"Dude, you're gross." He caught the part about wanting to eat them. How they'll "taste better". Ew. His eyes flash the bright blue and his claws come out. He hasn't shifted yet, but he's more or less trying to puff his chest to look scary.