Troubles

The right corner of Jinx's raven lip quirked up un amusement when he seemed to freeze before eventually slipping into the submission that befit his rank. Being somewhat callous, she allowed him to maintain it. She was not the sort of wolf to place friendships above protocol, even if she had been close friends with any of her subordinates.

It seemed that Majesty had some concerns, which he was quick to state. One seemed to involve Swiftcurrent Creek, which was surprising but not so much a problem as Majesty thought, and one involved Lecter, which was a bigger issue in Jinx's mind. But the chocolate Zeta was nonspecific in his explanations, which left the Alpha female at a loss for how those two situations could make him unfit for Silvertip Mountain.

“You'll have to be more specific,” she said coolly, knowing now that this discussion would either be funny or uncomfortable. “What exactly did you do to Swiftcurrent? And to Lecter?” She didn't really care about Swiftcurrent's opinions, but she did about Lecter's. Majesty was still alive, so Jinx concluded that he hadn't bothered Lecter too much, but the shaman was much gentler now than he used to be. It was difficult to say.