Blackjack wasn't sure if he ever was formally introduced to Vale, but from what he had seen, ve seemed to be a very...interesting specimen. A spontaneous, strange individual that seemed to adopt a new form every time he laid eyes on ver, as though ver's entire being was a mere optical illusion for all those around ver. But as always, Blackjack Venturo was not a man of outspoken judgment. Only occasional, silent thoughts.

The jaguar had arrived at the sight of quite a few of his clanmates pulling a variety of bones and skulls from three boxes, along with various crafting materials to accompany them. Arts and crafts with the dead, hmm? Very in-character for the Pitt. Blackjack told hold of a small pile of assorted bones and began digging through them, picking out the bovine ribs that Vale desired and tossing into ver pile all but one, which he kept in his possession. "Think I can keep this for a weapon of mine?" he asked, nodding his head at the rib he held. He had done away with the rest of them in his pile, and he doubted that Vale minded if he spared just one of them for himself. He still found himself without a weapon of his own, primarily because he vastly preferred hand-to-hand combat, but he figured that as a full Pittian, it was about time to arm himself appropriately. He still kept the coyote tooth somewhere in his treehouse, having successfully dissociated it from his Blooding — maybe he could use it in his creation as well.