Such a morbid young lady!

Jinx had met many wolves. Often, they left an impression on her that was either completely distasteful or completely tasteful. Rarely did she ever encounter a wolf and come away from it unsure how she felt about them. This was as much a product of the types of wolves she tended to come across as it was a product of her own selective personality. To all wolves, she came off as crass and thoughtless. Only those with the same wild mindset were able to look beyond their biases and find value in Jinx Kesuk's way of life.

This, however, was the first time the impression she got was horror, for when the lone wolf turned to her, the bulky female stared into the face of death itself.

The woman's face had seemed fine on first approach. Well-shaped, with wide, bright eyes and immaculate black fur. Had she an eye for beauty, she would have recognized a certain loveliness in the other woman's features. She would have explained that this wasn't her land, just that it was awfully close to it, but her breath was sucked away before she could speak. What she beheld on the woman's other cheek was quite the opposite of lovely. The fur was completely stripped away, leaving bare skin to the elements that was wind-chapped, heavily scarred, blotchy, and seemed almost like half-solidified candle wax.

Never one to keep her distaste to herself, the Alpha took a step back, letting the entire length of her mane prickle alertly and forgetting all about the woman's thick foreign accent and what she'd said. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she hissed, ears splaying back against her skull. Jinx had had such luck with finding creatures that she misunderstood lately. Erika was treated quite like Tiarnan had been when she thought he was a warlock. “What disease lays upon you to mark you so? What curse?” And, more importantly, is it contagious?