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If Jinx had suspected Tuwawi's involvement with her dark-furred aunt, she didn't let it on. Faced with a Tartok wolf, Jinx might have laughed, but wouldn't wish them ill will or think less of them for once following a murderous bitch. Siku was a point of contention in the Kesuk family, shamed out of her name more by (in her opinion) her family's rejection of her crap than by Siku's own choice. Had Jinx ever learned all the facts, she would still have sided with her mother, for raising Siku to any rank of recognition presented too many opportunities for a second betrayal. That had been abundantly clear in the authoritarian's treatment of her nieces and nephews, who had done her no harm, and could have been swayed from their mother's harsh opinions... Though she hadn't forgotten who had shown her Sos in the first place.

But, Jinx suspected nothing. She knew only of her own family, and so assumed Tuwawi must have been in the favour of some other Kesuk. Thus, she greeted the woman with a fond extension of her own snout, to preen the fur atop her head as she reached for Jinx's shoulder. The fiery wolf pulled back then, admitting the name was a gift, and apparently, one of many names.

Had she been older at the time, she might have recalled Kindred and its strange renaming ritual. Alas, Jinx had been only a small ball of fluff when Kindred had been a pack, and they had dissolved under the pressure of a flood. She didn't remember that, either. "It's not bad to have many names," she offered when Tuwawi expressed that it hadn't been in her plans to obtain so many. "I have but one: Jinx Kesuk, mambo of Shearwater Bay." Oh, had she known how Tuwawi might look down upon her for her practices and beliefs before uttering that so proudly!