killers linger the least [attn: jinx and/or njal]

Jinx is kind of a bitch and doesn't know who newbies are, so hope this is fine by you.

Gone was the spidery, gangly mess of limbs that prevailed over her youth. Jinx had bulked up a lot in recent months, in part due to her pregnancy (she still vehemently denied it), and in part due to growing up. As far as Kesuks went, it was therefore safe to say that Jinx was a late-bloomer, and only just now coming into her own as her mother's daughter. At times when she wandered the territory's edge alone, she thought of how Kaskae would baulk to see her now, filled out and strong.

In this way, she cut a more imposing figure than she had even a year prior. Her purposeful march along the borderlands was likely enough to make any intruder think twice about engaging her. But Jinx maintained the stealthy approach to situations she had had in her youth. Today, with a heavy curtain of clouds obscuring the light and casting the world in a desaturated grey, she blended well with the creek's terrain. All the pack members would have looked similar in that light and been difficult to tell apart from a distance, but all of them were shades of grey and white save Tuwawi and Fox, whose brilliant reds were unmistakable.

So when she spotted a stark black figure loping through the pack's territory, red flags went up in her mind. Without hesitation and without the intent of stopping to ask who he was, Jinx began a breakneck run for him, intending to drop him to the ground and scruff him. As far as she knew and was aware, he was an intruder and had to be punished.