Such a morbid young lady!

Meaner aspects aside, Jinx could, on occasion, be accommodating. Erika seemed certain about Silvertip Mountain, but her words suggested a desire to think on it more. Ordinarily, the Alpha bitch might have taken it as a slight, but the compliments the Frenchwoman paid to the mountain temporarily improved her usually stern mood. “Take your time. You know where to howl to get my attention when you are ready, and I will escort you home.”

Tyrande slipped out of the shadows, explaining in full the odd sensation of being watched that Jinx had felt before. The Epsilon sidled up alongside her carrying an odd contraption in her jaws, and addressed the acid-maimed lone wolf. Jinx said nothing, but she observed the pot for a time, then shook her shaggy head in wonder. Tyrande had some of the strangest methods and items, things Jinx could never dream of making with her limited range of motion, but she couldn't deny the usefulness of them.

“Tyrande,” she addressed her subordinate, suspecting the other wished to be involved in this initiation, “should Erika join us, I would like you to show her around, if you could.” The mountain didn't have many important places just yet, but at the very least she hoped the violet-eyed clay-shaping female would be able to show Erika where the streams were and where the communal pack headquarters were.