Swiftcurrent Creek death brings life · pack meeting

Clarice came to the howl. She herself had no personal objections, her loyalties truly to Jinx and her own father now. Lethe had been a piece of the Bay she had never really known. Strange that if her seductions had worked, she might have a sister. To her knowledge, she had no brothers, no sisters. Clarice was an only child. She had that selfish mindset to be sure, but Jinx was the one wolf Clarice really cared for. Growing up with her, Kaskae (the fat one), and Arktos, she may as well have had siblings... but Nanuq had not been her giver, and Jinx had been the only one she had liked. Her brother she might have liked, too, if there had been more interactions... alas. There had not been.

She kept her eyes on Jinx. She was okay? Clarice did not mind Fox, personally. So long as the woman did not preach a Faith she knew nothing about, Fox was a presence she could deal with and the spirits—thus far—did not screech about. They had not minded Lethe. Peace. Peace. A strange voice hummed. Peace. A Loa. Clarice's posture is that of one who respects all that is occurring. The ranks were the same as ever, and Clarice would ruin any who thought to trifle with her own position.