Gyrfalcon's Keep fossil fire

The immediate response to her was priceless, forcing the Alpha to twist her lips into a somewhat cheeky smile to prevent herself from laughing aloud. The yearling bitch stumbled, seemed to convulse upon "herself" with unimaginable fear, and promptly fell to the ground in a mess of limbs and ink-tipped fur. It reminded her very much of the way she had fallen in front of Sos once, when she had wandered the woods in delirium, and that very image swelled her ego inside her head. Jinx might not have had intentions of doing any harm unless "she" chose the wrong words, but she enjoyed the result nonetheless.

It was the strange, warbling, spidery words that caused Jinx to draw to a halt before she could rudely shove her snout into the other's face with a whispered, "boo"! Her intentional stomping through the brush ended abruptly, allowing her last few steps to fall naturally before she stopped outright with a frown knitted on her face. It was a male. Whatever he'd said, it sounded like some kind of freakish incantation reaching for help from the underworld... And suspicious Jinx didn't like that very much at all.

"Call off your curse," she grumbled, "or whatever demons you just summoned." She hesitated there, held at bay by not only the belief that he was some kind of warlock, but also the way he straightened himself to stare challengingly at her. She narrowed her eyes on him with a rumble of warning, but dared not to take a step forward. Jinx's loa were the spirits of all the living things in the world, but a demon was something born of total chaos. She did not wish to dance with devils.