Mount Apikuni she had nowhere else to go

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Lately, Jinx had remained in the vicinity of Swiftcurrent Creek. There was no desire in her to broadcast to the world the pack's change in leadership. Where once she had shown diplomacy as Shearwater's new-crowned mambo, she now showed a wild disregard for the rivalry of neighbours. Approaching them would only make them aware of her, which had at one time been advantageous but now would give too much information about the creek's numbers. Every wolf from the creek that was met by an outsider was added to the pack's approximate tally of members. To be easily found was to show some vulnerability of the pack, and Jinx would have none of that.

Despite this change in philosophies, the Delta had quit the pack's territory on a frosty mid-morning. Her location of choice was the adjacent mountain, whose name she did not know. Its face was pockmarked and scarred with evidence of disaster after disaster. Here, there was half a tree trunk, scarred black and petrified from years of standing there. There, a characteristic smear of rock that suggested once, the mountain's weight had collapsed upon itself. The entirety of it spoke of death and destruction, but it offered a wonderful view of the surrounding area, which is why she chose it.

She surveyed for a time from its lofty heights the creek winding below. From there, she could see the dark shapes of wolves moving about, flitting through the trees on their daily treks to whatever mundane tasks they set before themselves. She could also see the lake descending from the mountains, and any miscreants that saw fit to draw too near the pack. In the far distance, she could make out the crude monument Njal had built as tribute to Lethe: a bear, fashioned of rock. He could not have known the significance.

But, at length, Jinx bored of her perch on the mountainside. She began a swift descent, only to draw to a halt when she found herself faced with another being in the same area. She approached cautiously, but abandoned that caution (at least somewhat) when she realized who it was. He surged across the snow in pursuit of an ermine, so for the moment she didn't address him. In that moment, she decided she would keep sealed behind her lips what Fox had revealed to her by the creek, as if her will alone was enough to make the shaman oblivious.

But, after a short time of watching him from on high and no doubt gaining his attention with her stillness, she did speak, loud enough that he might hear her even at a distance. "Clarice took on the aspect of Atka a few weeks ago," she revealed, as though she expected he might understand why Atka would use Clarice as a vessel, or might know why Atka had come at all.