Silvertip Mountain watch the oceans rising high

OOC: I just noticed Tartok would form riiiiight next to Neverwinter, so it gave me an idea (and inspiration) for Jinx to get all up in their biznaz about it. >_> Your characters and mine never seem to get along very well, lol, maybe it can be redeemed someday.

IC: Jinx had trekked many miles in the last week, crossing from her home in Neverwinter to the northern apex of the park and then all the way to the west. Now, her paws were carrying her to the forest's eastern edge, coming in somewhat north of Neverwinter; there was a mountain in the way, but she would travel some ways up it to bring back some scouting information for Styx and Katrina.

She would soon miss the constant motion, when she finally returned home. Travel had become well-worn into her bones and her paws since departing Shearwater Bay as had leading been well-worn into her demeanour from the first breath she had taken, and as had voodou been well-worn into her soul from the first whisper of the Loa against her silky lobes. She was a woman of many aspects, and her experiences were mounting swiftly; soon, she could almost be called worldly. That wasn't to say she had a lofty opinion of herself; a healthy amount of confidence, no more.

Balanced oddly between her shifting shoulder blades was a small piece of obsidian, for focus and logic, and affixed to it with dried sap were the precious bracken fern spores, arranged in a crude circle with one in the center as an iris, to confer invisibility. In this manner, Jinx was not only shielded from her enemies' eyes (not that she had any direct enemies here), but also sharper of focus than she would've otherwise been. It was more of an accessory; she had made it in Blackfoot Forest, believing it held greater power, having come from there.

When she reached the mountain she meant to climb, she was surprised to find evidence of scent marking. Her fur lifted in annoyance for two reasons: firstly, the mountain bordered Neverwinter Forest, and Styx and Katrina had been good to her, so she felt territorial for their sake; and secondly, because it was impeding her progress. Ordinarily, Jinx might've left it alone and found another way; however, upon tracing the "border" for a while, she was pleased to find the prominent scents were composed of only two wolves. It wasn't a pack at all, then, just a few ragtag stragglers who thought they alone could secure the mountain.

Well, she would prove them otherwise. She continued balancing the obsidian as she stepped over their fake boundaries, if only because it was important to her, and less for the invisibility it gave; after all, now she wanted to be found, so the magick surrounding her would be unwound and she would visible regardless. A haughty scoff passed her lips as she loped higher without regard for the pair of wolves who thought to claim the mountain; she thought it foolish to dare something as significant as a claim without the strength to back it up. Neverwinter's prominent five members — Styx, Katrina, Turquoise (especially Turquoise, being the largest), Rivet, and herself — could easily send both these wolves running; that was assuming no other pirate came, as there were many others as well, including Kerberos. She meant to deliver that message here, loud and clear, before blood need be shed.