Neverwinter Forest miles outside of the eye of the storm

“You are correct,” Jinx answered with renewed interest. A scout was of no use to the mountaineer, but a traveler could be coerced into the folds of her society. She knew nothing about Mordecai, yet she deemed him healthy, young enough, and fit. He was a wolf whose merits would be known only with time, for she put minimal faith in another's words. Tyrande, for example, claimed to be a toxicologist though she hadn't yet poisoned or cured anyone. Lunar claimed she was capable of spying, but without evidence, Jinx could not believe it.

Mordecai was given this same doubt. Rather than asking what he was good at and pitching her pack to him, the Alpha squared her shoulders and nonchalantly asked, “and where will your travels take you?” The question was asked with the same ease she might have used if asking about the weather, yet somehow, it was weightier... As if Jinx didn't intend to let him continue his travels without something in return.