Silvertip Mountain watch the oceans rising high

How very wrong Jinx was to think that Tonravik would move for another well-established pack! She was not a kind wolf, a wolf that would bend to the desire of another. Neverwinter was in her way. In time, she would chase them from their home. Of course, that was not set in stone; but they were a bother to her already, and their grounds, she was sure, had good game upon it. She, Aguta, Taltos, Tuwawi, and any others that would come were more than a match for nearly anything brought to them. They were not invincible, but they were trained warriors. War was what they were meant for. Today, the whispers of it came to her doorstep. How very like her mothers origins! It boded perfectly well.

It was not for Tonravik to know who it was. Not yet. Intelligent eyes scanned the earth as a scent of another came near. Her eyes fell upon a wolf ascending, and she bristled—she had, by now, diligently marked her home alongside her companions. She watched as the being trailed, debated... but it found it worth it, in the end, to cross.

Her mother would kill Jinx. Make sure it was the last mistake she had ever made. Tonravik had other, darker ideas.

It would take her a short amount of time to arrive to Jinx. She picked her way carefully, at first, until she could see Jinx in her line of sight—

And then, she charges. That Jinx thought crossing her borders would end without the shedding of blood was incredibly foolish. First and foremost, they were wolves. It did not matter how well-established they were; the fact of the matter was, it was perfectly clear there was someone here. Times of peace had came and went; for perhaps Tonravik would have reasonably heard out the lean (but certainly not petite) Jinx had she waited. Now, she had earned herself an enemy. For Tonravik despised fools most of all. The Tartok woman did not think Jinx was here for peace at all. She imagined Jinx was here to steal, or for reconnaissance. Neither would happen. Expertly, Tonravik had placed markers below where she and hers stayed, hunted, to keep others well away. Evidently, that did not matter to the other.

Closer and closer she came. Her tail was lifted, her brown eyes narrowing slightly by means of protection. Ears thrust aggressively forward so that her intent could not be second-guessed. Her tail aligns itself with her spine, and her jaw parts only slightly in preparation to collect from Jinx the price of her trespass (blood, fur, skin), lowering as well to protect the throat. Tonravik would attempt to topple Jinx with the momentum gained from her descent, to quite literally bulldoze her. But if she noted a change in Jinx's actions, her initial attack might very well change so that it would be better suited for the moment. She was no snarling mess; she was silent, teeth revealed. While she did not plan on killing the woman before her, these were the weapons of the reaper. They hit their mark true more often than they did not, and killing trespassers was law. Tonravik would make it so, here, too. But first, first! To gain her own intelligence through means of blood and bruises.