Firestone Hot Springs Typhoid and swans

No, said the spectre, rousing in Jinx's breast a defiant flame. She rose from her prone spot by the pool, intending to march into the ghost's proximity and dispel it with snapping jaws, but something held her there. The memory of her mother's voice kept her from moving. Once, she had looked up to the Warchief, and expected to be taught and praised for her hard work. Instead, the bearish matriarch had left, and in her wake, Kaskae's natural dominance had risen up and squashed Jinx's accomplishments. They had wound up in the same place, even though she had worked harder.

She blamed this on her mother. She blamed a variety of things on her mother. Vex's disappearance and likely death, she pinned on her mother. The horrid fate that befell Arktos, that his mind be fractured and his body held hostage by the loa, she blamed Nanuq for. Irrationally, she blamed Nanuq for herself having to leave the Bay, because if Nanuq had been there, then the tension would not have forced one of the sisters out. Others blamed a lot of things on Nanuq as well. In Jinx's mind, the Warchief was not without fault, and blame was easy to place on an individual with faults.

Yet she made no motion. Her body was still and stiff as she seated herself as well, mirroring her sole parent even as the larger woman apologized. All her hatred as all her own, but that didn't mean Jinx acknowledged that. She firmly believed herself justified, so the apology summoned only a cold chuckle to the Silvertip Alpha's lips. "For abandoning your children, or for having other, less accomplished children to rain your praise upon?" Both of these things, the fact that Nanuq had left and had other children at all, and the fact that those children had known her, made Jinx exceptionally jealous of Akhlut and his siblings. It showed in the burning of her eyes and it was especially evident in the way her voice shuddered.