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Jinx hung back as the child approached the borders and seemed to consider them for a short time. Wolves had their own ways of making their borders clear to their rivals, but coming from a line of mystic wolves, Jinx also had her ways. Many of them were nothing more than ideas she had never put into play, but nevertheless they existed in the back of her mind. Had she her own pack, it would be decorated with canine pelts and skulls, mostly from coyotes to be sure, to give the illusion of wolf-killing intent. The Kesuk, however, knew how wrong it was to kill a wolf who was unwilling to die. She would argue their lives were forfeit if they overstepped a line, but that was her corrupt way of thinking.

Ira proposed something Jinx hadn't thought of, which she silently commended him for. It was no less morbid than showing off wolf heads, but it was within most wolves' moral boundaries. But the Kesuk was here to push Ira's imagination and test his strategies, so she didn't accept his idea as complete just yet. "We like to chew bones," she purred suggestively, pointing out one flaw in his design. "What would you do to them to keep desperate, hungry loners from picking them off your borders and eating the marrow?" Then, after a moment's thought, she added, "and how would you display them if they were small bones?"