New Blood in The War for Power

Her young charge had told her about the wolf he had brought into Silvertip Mountain's folds, and Jinx had made it a priority to seek out this new face. The irate juvenile had explained that the newcomer looked patchy, which was about the least specific description Jinx could possibly have asked for. Nevertheless, with just that extremely vague tidbit of information the Alpha female had slid from the confines of Ghost Rock Network's lowest cavern and comb sunny mountainside in search of her newest subordinate.

It took until about midday for the black-footed female to catch an unfamiliar scent on the breeze. Her walk was brisk and business-like, for there was no way of telling whether or not this scent belonged to the new wolf Ira had recruited or a trespassing loner. The only way to know was to approach them.

She found Lunar sitting in the rays of the sun on a ledge, in a stance that suggested relaxation and tranquility. Her coat was a medley of white, black, and brown splotches that, in her opinion, was perfectly described by Ira's aforementioned use of patchy. From this alone, the Kesuk could assume that she had found the newcomer, but still she approached with the stiff-legged authority of a warrior ready to chase out an intruder. Standing at some short distance to allow herself room to charge the other if it turned out she wasn't Ira's newest recruit, Jinx called out, "your name better be Lunar. If it's not, best change it to dead meat."