Swiftcurrent Creek you whole lotta crazy

@Aethon

It was as though fire baptised Swiftcurrent Creek when the sun rose into a blood red sky shot through with wispy clouds. A quiet, gentle rain fell over the territory's open plains, but wasn't heavy enough to penetrate the woods. With rain on one side and dryness on the other, the treeline created a distinct division along which walked Jinx. The left half of her body faced the drizzle and outer plain, while the right half of it hid in the shadows of the trees. Although her walk was purposeful, she limped with every step that stretched the scabs on her neck and thighs. Her face bore a vacant expression, much unlike her usual fierce gaze.

But under that vacancy, one could find an unsettling savagery. Something in Jinx had broken when the cougar had flipped her and she had aborted her litter on the bloodsoaked ground. Some part of her that had rekindled when she joined Swiftcurrent had sputtered out, leaving her once more a quiet, but dangerous presence.

This was a different sort of quiet, however, than her previous feral loss of sense. It was grief and rage rolled into one. If the pack hadn't assaulted the cougar in the first place, none of this would have happened, so her wrath toward them grew. At the same time, it shrunk with every reminder that Jinx had failed Sos, and would bring his wroth injustice down upon them all. For this reason, she wandered like a ghost through the territory, avoiding contact with any of her pack mates. She couldn't trust that she wouldn't break down before them in anguish for what Sos would do. She also couldn't trust that she wouldn't try to rip out their throats for what they had caused. So she wandered along the trees with savage intent, but never allowed herself to be found, at least up until now.

Now, her gaze was vacant, her mind elsewhere, and her guard lowered.