Totoka River You have gone and dreamt them

The Alpha female had only scarcely sent Kaname and Tiarnán on their scouting mission a few days prior, but restlessness had quickly overcome her and she had descended from her peak to make her own conclusions. The males would be returning soon with their report on the state of her former pack, and she looked forward to hearing how poorly Akhlut was handling his pack these days. It might even have tickled her fancy to know he'd proven her wrong, but arrogance was a difficult monster to get rid of, so she privately thought that that was impossible.

Slipping through the Ravensblood was like slipping into an old, worn pair of jeans. Jinx had once patrolled the game trails of the deep forest in savage pursuit of any who dared approach the Ridge, primarily out of boredom. Now, she used her knowledge of its winding paths to her advantage, and emerged on the other side unscathed.

This stretch of beach was perhaps the only stretch that Jinx frequently visited. The Totoka River was of particular interest in carrying her occasional offerings out to sea, where she believed Atka and Sos might better receive them. Today, she brought no offerings but her own presence to bathe in the salt water, but her stroll down the river eventually revealed a willowy wolf clad in platinum and gunmetal who instantly stole her attention.

She continued walking along her side of the river, but kept her eyes on the grey-furred Aisling when she abruptly asked, “Sos or Atka?” It was a ridiculous question given that most wolves didn't even know the names of their true Gods, but Jinx, it seemed, was in a ridiculous mood.