Whitefish River easy does it

She flicked her tail, placated by Fox's quick responses. She shouldn't have been surprised that it was Lunar who was behaving out of turn, for Jinx had questioned the mottled female from the moment she entered the pack. She had sworn fealty and claimed she could befriend others and manipulate them, but the Alpha had to keep a close eye on her lest Silvertip become the victim of her trickery. Had it been any other, Jinx might have doubted Fox's claim more readily, but she had expected as much from the slippery spy.

“Ravensblood Forest, very near the mountains,” she reported, “and Neverwinter Forest, in close vicinity to the pack. I smelled my subordinate in the same location in the latter instance. I presume Bazi was told to leave.” Little did she know that Tyrande had actually sworn some kind of allegiance to Swiftcurrent Creek. She would have been shocked to know it, and even more shocked to know that Fox knew it. Presently, however, she didn't suspect the strange toxicologist at all.

She glanced at the river, feeling none of her prior camaraderie with Fox and not knowing what else to say.