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She would have relentlessly collided with the red-haired woman, had Tuwawi not been so quick to show submission. The display was enough to ease Jinx into a gentler trot that brought her close, but didn't result in impact. Being a wolf, she was conditioned to notice and accept these postures as harmlessness. Even an intruder on their borders that showed submission would be treated with mercy, albeit quite a lot less of it than a pack mate. Tuwawi wasted no time in introducing herself, with short and clipped sentences that reminded Jinx of a time when she had forfeit her own voice.

Jinx had since regained some, but not all, of her rationality.

The Delta maintained her posture of dominance, assuming the role with ease. It was not a domineering, insecure trait that made her show absolute dominance like this at all times. If anything, it was her upbringing. Nanuq had always maintained a scrupulous posture befitting a queen, and Jinx in all things strived to be like her mother. Nevermind the fact that said mother was far from her daughter's good graces. They were more alike than the Kesuk could ever know. Likewise, she took after her aunt, Siku, in more ways than one. Unfaltering physical command of subordinate wolves was one of them.

"Tuwawi," she repeated, as though to taste the word. All former hostilities had been dropped the minute the red-haired female showed deference, so all that was left was formality. Impish familiarity danced in Jinx's eyes, though it had little to do with the wolf and more to do with the moniker. She longed to ask if the woman had any relation to the pack's leader, since they looked so alike, but put it aside in favour of another question. "It means quick in my mother's tongue. How did you come by this name?"