Northstar Vale take control

As a Warrior-to-be, it was Jinx's job to keep their rivals on their toes. It would do no good for Swiftcurrent Creek if they should be considered complacent wolves who lacked presence. Part of being a wolf was testing the boundaries of your rivals, and taking advantage of them when the opportunity arose. With this task in mind, Jinx had found her way into the heart of the mountains, with her eyes set keenly on the vale that the Northstar wolves called home.

They had come to the borders of her pack, a host of four, to demonstrate their strength. They claimed it was a diplomatic mission, but Fox had suspected otherwise, and it was no secret to the pack what had happened. Therefore, Jinx didn't underestimate these wolves... But their display had her questioning their true strength. A pack that boasted true strength and unity need not send large hosts to prove themselves. Their deeds would precede them.

She positioned herself at the base of Porcupine Ridge. Taking one last deep breath, and knowing that being caught could mean death for her (though she was confident she would neither be caught nor killed), she began an eager lope, crossing over the pack's boundaries with nary a care for etiquette. In her mouth, she clutched a dried up, desiccated fern, her belief in its powers of invisibility strong indeed. Her mission was simple: get deep enough to steal from their caches, and take home a trophy of her success. It was headhunting, as she had done back home, and it sent a thrill through her to do it again.