Silvertip Mountain A home built of stone.

All the while, Jinx's heart fluttered nervously. She expected him, at any moment, to cotton on to her plans and rush back to Fox with the truth. For the time being, he seemed to play along, but the suspicious Kesuk couldn't help feeling like he was doing exactly what she was doing. Leading her astray, trying to coax a trip out of her. Paranoia ran heavily in her blood, as it had in her mother's blood and her aunt's and uncle's. It was an inherent trait of the Kesuk line, this paranoia.

"Yes," she responded quickly, grasping at the direction he had gone to save herself from both the suspicion and becoming suspicious herself. "She was a Feralheart. I admit I know little of their family but, by her word, they are a strong lot." If she had been a smarter individual, she might have questioned another's word, but Jinx was surprisingly dense. Though she followed no honour code herself, she had a naive belief that a wolf's word bound them, even if she often broke her oaths herself.

"She would make a fine addition," Jinx concluded, knowing Chakra would probably never come back this way anyway. Njal offered to accompany her on her exploration. The notion would have made her break into a cold sweat if she were capable of it, but in her frantic worrying, she recalled that she hadn't yet left any urine markers upon the mountain. Her eventual claim would not be immediately apparent... Would it? "Sure. I was just going to cover the southern face, see what sort of game might live around here. There's no competition this far west... Wouldn't be a bad idea to send a hunting party this way later in spring for some easy pickings."