Precarious Situation

For Jinx, there were no grudges in this primal dance of territory protection. At least, they were not born from the act of protection itself. If a wolf wrongly approached the borders and complied in leaving when she chased him, then if Jinx met that wolf again, she would not hold the behaviour against him. Only if he failed to comply would she develop a grudge and lose respect for the individual. This quirk of Jinx's could therefore work in Macawi's favour if the coy-wolf would only behave properly.

A snarl erupted from her throat when the lithe creature dodged her, though she knew she should have expected it. Coyotes were fast, faster than wolves... But not infinitely so. She looked up as Tyrande's voice cut the air—she hadn't even seen the dark-furred woman, so intent was she on ridding the borders of Macawi's presence—but her attention was drawn back to the action when Sitri joined her in the charge.

Jinx prepared to lunge for Macawi once more, largely ignoring the words she spoke. There was no point in answering verbally now, while the coy-wolf was so near their territory. The Alpha bitch took heed of them, however, and deigned to allow the small, ruddy hybrid her time to speak and impress the wolves of Silvertip... Once she was further away from the mountain. If the woman complied without retaliation and ran, then at some point the wolves would stop pursuing, and at that point the Alpha would listen, but not now. As if to goad the coyote in that direction, she snapped for the other's hindquarters, hoping to impress upon her that this nearness was unacceptable.