Whitefish River reignwolf

"I probably do," Bones concurred agreeably. "Speaking of stink," she continued without missing a beat, "your Lecter once rubbed his stench on me. It was bad enough to frighten skunks. He looked like a madman," she mused, "and judging by what you just said, he sounds like one too. Lucky you, getting stuck with the creek's fodder," she finished with a wink.

Young Bones hadn't been particularly bothered by the pack's splintering—it was a rather natural development—but, after this brief conversation with Ira, she was duly intrigued. Why would Jinx seek to attack other wolves so far beyond her borders—particularly her former subordinates? Of course, Bones knew of the laws of the wild wolf, yet Ira's warnings seemed more than a little extreme. Also, why had Jinx scooped up the craziest members of the creek to bring to the mountain with her?

"You're Jinx's kid, right?" the youth asked, just to verify a fact she'd inferred long ago. "Why did you all leave anyway? Did it..." Bones paused with uncharacteristic uncertainty, then asked in a soft voice, "Did it have something to do with what happened to her during the cougar attack?" The image of the pale she-wolf hovering over the bodies of her dead pups was forever burned into the juvenile's brain. She couldn't even guess what Ira made of the loss of his presumed brothers and sisters.