Whitefish River Summer dress

The moment passed, and vigilance once again claimed her. Her ears, always angled opposite of one another, switched back and forth to sweep her flanks and rear, while her eyes peered at the pebble-strewn shore across from her. This river was the longest in the Wilds, and would serve not only her wolves, but those of Blacktail Deer Plateau, as well. She had nearly forgotten her qualms with Hawkeye, so pressing was the need to snuff out the Vale's ignorant and arrogant wolves, but being in the plateau's vicinity once more reminded her that there were enemies everywhere.

Like, perhaps, the tall and shadowy beast padding along the river's edge in her direction. In recent weeks, Jinx had suffered much, so it was no surprise to her that wariness crept into her heart and steeled her gaze at his straight-forward stride. Yet when he came within earshot, he only made an observation. Harmless enough, then, unless he intended to do something about her perceived comfort.

"Who is it that asks?" she wondered, her voice for once devoid of the acidic bite normally found there. It was simple curiosity, for the scent comprising his masculine aura carried nothing familiar about it. Jinx was relieved that he didn't smell of Xi'nuata and Raheerah, having had entirely enough of the Vale wolves to last her a lifetime, but that didn't mean he was necessarily a friend. She wasn't prepared to be attacked, but she never forgot he might also be a threat, being a loner and therefore lawless.