Swiftcurrent Creek pack activity · spring festival

Assuming something small about Njal's rank challenge, PM me if it's an issue!

The lilting call that pierced the morning sky was joyful, and though Jinx heeded it, she was anything but enthusiastic about it. Her negativity would decrease with time, but for now it dogged her every step, stalking her down every path she took and making her choleric. The first stages of grief were beginning to shed themselves from her, bringing some life and recognition back to her molten eyes, but in its wake was a black vengeance. She couldn't blame any of her pack mates, though she did anyway, and her wrath was not directed at them with murderous intent... Nevertheless, she had allowed Njal to feel her fury when he came to her coveting her rank, showing for the first time she was absolutely not to be trifled with.

That said, when she approached Fox that morning, it was not with the joyfulness that the Alpha likely hoped for. The other wolves of the pack might have recovered from the shock and melancholy of the cougar's trespass, but it would take her much longer. Surely the Alpha understood that, and wouldn't expect a great deal of celebration from her. She had come leaps and bounds since that first night of loss, but there was still something strange in her expression, and at times she still lapsed into a cold, unfeeling stupor... But for the most part, she had come back to them. She was unhappy, but no longer was shocked and grieving to the point of losing herself, and could be amongst them without drifting off into a catatonic shell of grief and loss.

Though Jinx was completely unaware of Fox's feelings about her children, specifically that she didn't actually care what toll it took on the Gamma, she felt she could trust the Alpha to exclude her from any vast amount of merry-making.