Swiftcurrent Creek yeah he's still coming, just a little bit late

@Fox — Set an indefinite amount of time after the meeting.

Though Jinx longed to get back to the monotony of prowling the creek's edge in search of wolves to vent her frustrations on, she didn't head outward yet. Her mind was consumed in a whirlwind of thoughts, some of which made no sense even to her. She was replaying memories of her past and begging Sos and Atka to make sense of it for once. They had shown her a vision that tore her away from home, and since then, They had done nothing but throw pitfall after pitfall in her way.

She was furious that Lethe had allowed her life to become forfeit. It was Atka's will, but that didn't make it any less frustrating for the young adult. The one semblance she had had of Shearwater Bay in this wretched wild had been snatched from her the minute she became involved... And, as seemed to be the trend, that one beacon of hope had been replaced with a heathen. She was of a mind to flay every single heathen in the land and string them all up. However...

Jinx respected Fox well enough. To see Lethe's vision taken over by a non-believer hurt her core, but when given the chance to fight for what she believed in and to carry on Lethe's legacy, she faltered and let the pack fall into the yearling's hands. Any regrets she had were between her, Sos, and Atka, for there was nothing she could do now but wait and see what happened. It suited her well enough. The mambo had always been good at biding her time.

She found herself at the creek, the hub of social activity within the pack's expansive territory. Though she wasn't in a particular mood to socialize, she nonetheless seated herself at the interface of woodland and bank, awaiting some sign that she had done the right thing by allowing Fox this one chance.