Blackfoot Forest bones

I love how your characters are always the ones to give Jinx these moments lol

To any curious onlooker, Clarice would have seemed every bit as deranged and wild as a rabid dog. To Jinx, she was familiar, and so these outbursts of shrieking and heaving with disgust, while unexpected, were not alarming. Clarice rebelled against the idea of Hawkeye having any connection to the Gods, which set Jinx's mind at ease. Although the shaman's daughter also claimed it in words, the Kesuk had always known that if any would know, she would. Clarice had been gifted from birth, though it was clear to Jinx that she was becoming more and more distant from the physical world. The loa were taking her deeper and deeper, it seemed.

Yet, that was a blessing in the young mambo's eyes. The batty female went on to consider why she might be back. She correctly identified it as having to do with Jinx herself, albeit Jinx only thought this because of inherent familial arrogance. But then Clarice continued on a different tangent, one that brought Jinx's ears to the front and opened her mind to something new.

She had forgotten about Atka. Kaskae had been blessed by the Mother Bear, or so Nutaaq had said. From that day on, the mambo had more or less abandoned her personal worship of the Kermode Bear God, but she was reminded now that Sos was not the only one. Perhaps, in so stringently seeking Sos' approval, she had missed something very important from Atka.

This seemed to be the case. Her eyes alit with alarum at her friend's sudden wave of fury. Her hackles lifted into an uncertain crest, but Clarice's transformation is only momentary. She falls back into calmness moments later, and though her eyes take on a vacancy Jinx is not familiar with, the Kesuk does not notice until she speaks. The voice was smoother and deeper than Freyja's common cackling sighs and keening cries, and addressed her much differently than ever Clarice had done.

But Jinx knew what was expected of her. Instantly, she was on the ground, lowering her head in reverence to what could only be the presence of Atka, one way or another... Or else a trickster loa, or Clarice playing games. There was no way to tell the difference, but to one as devout as the young black-footed Kesuk, there was no alternative. "Atka," she cried softly, snout bowed into the V between her forelegs, "what must I do?"