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

There was a tense moment in which she thought the intruder might retaliate. In that moment, a fierce snarl tore from Jinx's chest, choking only when she smashed heavily into him. A part of her logical mind might have acknowledged that this wasn't proper conduct for a pregnant wolf, but Jinx was quite lacking in common sense. She did what was natural to her, pregnancy aside, which was to intercept an interloper.

To her surprise, the dark wolf folded beneath her, allowing her to dominate him and essentially quash whatever plans he'd had. Her eyes flashed dangerously and her snarl intensified when he added his own voice to the mix. Her message was plain: she was the boss, and he would tolerate whatever she wanted to do to him. At the present moment, she wanted to wring his neck until it dropped from his shoulders, then proudly display his head on the borders.

However, she hesitated when she caught the faintest hint of Fox's scent on his coat. The little Alpha was, at some point, in this one's vicinity. That was enough to calm Jinx's fury long enough for Haunter to explain himself and confirm her suspicion. She released his scruff and eased off, holding him in her gaze in the event he did something foolish, and addressed him curtly: "who are you?"