Lost Creek Hollow make it last, make it count

Holding fast to her stony expression and bristly furs, Jazz wasn't finding any sympathy in herself for the coyote. To there being a way through, she growled quietly and shook her head an abrupt 'no'; She wouldn't let it happen.. not when it was supposed to be her job to keep these boundaries secure if she ever wanted Mordecai to believe what she'd told him to join them.

The easiest way around, though? Jazz's face furrowed and ears splayed. Even at this she could only be minimally helpful, but it was mostly because she didn't know better herself. Since they were in the southern edge of the claim she had at least a vague idea about territories south of here. That was all, though. "Stay south of here by a bit more and just go that way," she gestured towards the west appropriately with a frown. "There's more forest eventually.. then if you keep going past that there's mountains but it's a long walk and I don't know what's beyond that even," she warned, especially on tired, hungry feet. Surely between here and there she could wrangle up something to eat far away from the Hollow.

She hoped that would be enough information to send her on her way. Jazz would linger until she did, and would make sure she was good and gone before continuing on her way on patrol.