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Ordinarily, Jinx was a difficult individual to get along with. She found things to dislike in others easily, and fixated on those things as if they were irreparable. So dearly did she wish to find something distasteful about Thistle Cloud that she ended up staring hard at the other female, waiting for that inevitable scornful comment to touch her ears. Gods aren't real, the other taunted from afar, they're figments of your addled imagination and you're stupid for believing in them.

That wasn't what Thistle said at all, however. The reality was pleasantly surprising, and elicited for one of the first times an almost kind response in Jinx. The corners of her lips tugged into a small smile, no doubt fed by the other's interest and possible connection. Though there was nothing to draw a connection between this female's mother and Shearwater Bay, Jinx felt a natural camaraderie with any wolf who properly honoured the Gods, no matter who those Gods were. For her, Sos and Atka were the only true Gods, but others believed in other Gods. She imagined all the Gods were just different names and aspects of the Bears.

"Jinx," she introduced openly, drawn in by the other wolf's familiarity with her customs, "mambo and Alpha of Silvertip Mountain." She allowed a brief pause before addressing the other's question, though she burned to ask one of her own, too. "It is a prayer," she said, "A gift to Sedna for protection from her storms, and a hope that she will bless my wolves should war ever come to our doorstep." Pause. "What manner of ritual did your mother do?"