king of the hill

She felt the wind ruffle her coat and sighed through her nose the second that Bazi paused. There was no concealing herself now, so the woman stepped boldly out of the trees and into the light of the Vale, what little of it there was. Jinx maintained her bristle, unwilling to allow someone she had considered weak once to run their mouth in her presence. She had known Bazi only briefly, and met her only once. The yearling had been delirious and disoriented on the pack's borders, and Jinx had ever formed her opinion of the pale youth based on that one fact, however undeserved it was.

“Bazi,” she called across the space between them, recalling the girl's name only because she had been so annoyed to find the other's scent in the vicinity of her mountain. Fox considered Bazi worth something, but Jinx was a lot harsher, and saw only an irresponsible youth who overstepped her bounds and frolicked in the shadow of others' homes. It was ironic, given that Jinx's own wolves often found their way to Swiftcurrent's edge, but she was wholly unaware of that aside from Lunar.

She had nothing really to say, and had no doubt that Fox had delivered her message. If anything, the Kesuk was mischievous for once, intent on figuring out what Bazi would do or say to her.