The streets are in distress

A restless Jinx had chosen to descend from Silvertip Mountain to escape the stuffiness of being a homebody. She had never been the kind of wolf to confine herself to her own borders, though she rarely ventured much further than the surrounding territories. She had awoken in a vile mood, and in order to improve it, she chose to take a trip to Northstar Vale to test their defenses once again. This time, the black-pawed bitch had no intention of thievery, but rather sought to entice their warriors into showing her their worth. Jinx knew herself to be exceptionally well-trained, and still she bitterly remembered the way Xi'nuata had spoken down to her.

If Jinx could coax the autumn woman into conflict, it would be even better. She longed to sink her teeth into the Vale wolf's flesh and show her what a real wolf was all about. Yet when she arrived in Northstar Vale, it was to find it wholly devoid of wolf presence. The newest scents were days old, but she couldn't discern the reason for their departure from the scents alone.

Though she felt cheated of her stress relief, the Kesuk nevertheless grinned as she crossed into their “sanctuary”, which had given no salvation after all, if Lecter was to be believed. She thought it was karma, and what a sweet thought it was.