Swiftcurrent Creek yeah he's still coming, just a little bit late

Her brow creased into a furrowed collection of wrinkles when Fox spoke next. At first, Jinx assumed she meant Ira, who was the furthest thing from Jinx's child. However, she refuted that possibility by remembering that the Alpha had said children. Plural. "I don't have any," she began to protest, but paused.

Realization was slow to dawn, but after some time it did. She had never been taught the ins and outs of reproduction, and had never been interested in it anyway. But as her memory zipped back to that day in the woods with Lecter, she figured out what Fox was referring to. Feelings flooded Jinx in that moment, most of them sexual in nature with the recollection of the things Lecter had done to her, but there was also some inherent understanding.

She would know. That was what Sos had said, if she recalled it right. Perhaps Sos had intended all along for Fox to approach her about this and command her to get rid of them. She thought about it a moment more, and then conceded. "When the time comes," she assured the Alpha. She was unwilling to do any harm to herself in order to comply with the woman's demand. She would wait until they were born, and decide what needed to be done at that time.

Fox then asked if she could confide in her. Jinx turned her head to regard the smaller wolf, curious what service she could do in the department of listening. She had never been very good at giving advice, but she would do her best. "What troubles you?"