Swiftcurrent Creek But I never wanna feel ashamed

Jinx didn't notice her company until he spoke, so intent was she on her snack. When he did speak, she turned her bloodstained muzzle over a shoulder to peer at him, momentarily irked that he would approach her in the middle of a meal. There was no outright aggression, for he had approached her, a move no sane lone wolf would make so deep in another's territory. Nevertheless, she levelled him with a savage stare, but decided at length that no harm was done. The squirrel was nearly fully eaten, leaving little more than mouthfuls for him to dream of.

She expected some sort of introduction or else a question. A myriad normal conversation starters flit through her mind, each one taken into consideration in that brief pause where the wolf corrected his near-ebon flyaway fur. Her eyes roved his body, appraising his bulky stature and his well-kempt posture. His coat bore unmistakeable signs that it was in need of grooming. Had Jinx been a more social wolf, she might have moved forth to oblige him in this manner, as one wolf to another. Alas, she remained where she was.

She was about to ask him what he needed when he blurted out something about a bird. Her dead-pan expression was enough to suggest she was unamused by this outburst, but there glimmered in her eyes a light of confusion as well. "The hell are you talking about?" she grit out between clenched teeth, uncertain whether she wanted to be in the presence of someone who said such nonsensical things, even if it made perfect sense to Hecarim. Where had birds even come from, she wondered?