Jack hauls the Weevil along a little faster, not looking back, although he does keep the Weevil spray handy in his spare hand. If he is attacked, it likely won't be enough to hold off all of them. And he definitely doesn't want this Weevil escaping while it's cuffed. That could be a death sentence for it.

The group of Weevils stop and sniff the air, growling. They don't like what they smell, and the faint scent of a greater predator frightens them, but they also want to be with their lost one.