Swiftcurrent Creek pack activity · fight or flight

She watched them go, her gaze fixed on them like steely bear traps. Even after they disappeared in the distance, Jinx watched the spot where they'd last been, firm in willing them not to return. When they didn't, she pulled herself shakily to her feet, disrupting her wounds and sending a fresh wash of blood down her neck and thighs. Everything inside her ached and protested, and her stomach throbbed painfully, but Jinx did her best to ignore the pain. It was the weakest the female had ever felt.

She crouched over the bodies. Curiosity got the best of her, and she ripped open the sacs to look upon them. Four of them were disfigured little things, doubtless having died in the womb even before this, but she could see hints of colour on them: all were white. The fifth pup was larger, covered in a layer of downy black fur, with the slightest smudging of white upon its stumpy tail tip. This one had lived... At least until recently.

He was dead now, however, just like the siblings that had died before him. When she was certain no one else was around, Jinx set to consuming them, cracking their bodies in her jaws one by one. In spite of her attempt to appear dutiful, each one took a small piece of her heart, previously steeled against them, down to hell with them.