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

They were toward the south of the territory, within range of the tall Sunspire Mountains that hid from view the pack whose diplomacy tactics included sending an overbearing number of wolves to their neighbours. Jinx paused here a moment, signalling that Haunter should to for she was about to tell him something important, but before she could speak he suggested her pregnancy was the reason she hadn't seized leadership. A smirk pulled her lips tight as she glanced at him, suggesting such a thing was silly.

"I have known no pregnant wolf to shirk responsibility in light of her pregnancy," she said, "and a leading wolf is assured of her litters' success. It would make the most sense for a pregnant wolf to seek to be the most dominant, lest her competitors kill her babes." There was no need to reveal to Haunter what her intentions for her children were, or why she wasn't worried they would be killed by competition. As far as Jinx knew, he was a heathen as well, and would not have understood the name Sos anyway.

She began walking again, a little slower this time, but gestured to the mountains in the distant. "Beyond those peaks are two packs you would do well to piss off as much as you can while you're here. The nearest is Northstar Vale. They thought sending four wolves on an embassy to us was acceptable, as if they weren't merely demonstrating their force. The furthest, on the other side altogether, is Blacktail Deer Plateau. Their Alpha is batshit crazy, and should be unseated."