Silvertip Mountain Children running from their school

Fox furrowed her brow and thought a few moments on Jinx's answer. It was a satisfactory one, but also one that opened up a whole slew of questions. There was one that came to the forefront of the young leader's mind, though, and one she could not help but ask aloud. “You think I am weak?” she asked, lacking an accusatory tone. Truthfully, Fox did not know the answer. She was young, green, and had come to Jinx with her concerns and doubts shortly after taking the reigns of the creek. Part of her internal reasoning for bringing Jinx into the mix was her hope for some sort of guidance. She respected the Kesuk a great deal, and her opinion did matter, whether the Beta knew it or not.

As far as Fox knew, she had never encouraged any kind of alliance with the wolves of the vale. She had simply told them that they could stick to their own lands if they did not wish to see the creek wolves or deal with them. Granted, this was only how she remembered the encounter. Details were not her strong suit. She felt that Xi'nuata had twisted her words in ways that bent them to the vale's liking, and for that, Fox was displeased.