Duck Lake crown of thorns

Fox seemed incredulous when Ira admitted that Jinx was his guardian, if the tone and way she had repeated his Mambo's name was of any indication. Brow rose ever so slightly in question, unsure why it was so surprising to Fox. "Yes," Ira paused for a moment. "Jinx." He confirmed just in case Fox needed him to repeat it. "She is..." Ira struggled with what he wanted to say about Jon in response to Fox's statement about his Mambo being cool. In this, Ira would have to be careful. To say that she was amazing - because cool hardly scratched the surface of what he though of the amazon goddess that his Mambo was - would cause Ira to cognitively confront what he was trying so hard to deny what was happening internally. He couldn't love her because his love was a poison. Some wolves it killed instantly, and others it would kill subtly. That was what every death he'd witnessed this far pointed too. Him. He had destroyed them. "Very cool." Ira finished almost lamely.

"The alpha of Horizon Ridge is inadequate, I guess," Ira had never met him but trusted Jinx's judgement nevertheless. "And she has friends here. Someone she refers to as the Shaman and someone else." Personally, Ira wasn't sure he liked this elusive shaman because he had a right to some of Jinx's attentions; and Ira, being the attention whore seeker he was did not like that.