Salted [m]

He released her, and Jinx paid no mind to anything else at that point. She didn't look back to see his look of frustrated hatred, nor think for a moment that he might take those frustrations out on her. Her wild eyes plucked the horizon as she swiftly turned on her paws and began to trek deeper into the territory, chasing away any memory of this exchange.

She might have been able to go on pretending nothing had ever happened, but her determined stomp brought her dangerously close to where Lecter had been standing. The wind blew just right, and his scent was carried into her nostrils... Along with the painful squeeze of guilt and alarm in his breast. Her head shot up as she glanced around, seeking the shaman's hidden form, unaware that he had already seen enough and left. "Lecter?" she hissed into the darkness, but there was no sign of him, and at length she pressed on to find somewhere to hide from these demons of her.