The Heartwood i am not just some turnkey, miss starling

As days passed and turned into weeks and months upon the mountain, Jinx became every more aggressive about the hierarchy. Just a few days ago, she had firmly told Majesty that those above him required his respect, whether or not he wanted to give it to them. Tyrande's shifty glances at her mate had earned her the attention of the Alpha, who had swiftly put her back in her place, resentful thoughts from the recipient aside. Eventually, there would come a need for a second enforcer, but when that time came, she intended to allow them to make themselves known rather than selecting only her favourite.

Today, hierarchy and protocol was forgotten as she caught the husky voice of her mate calling from the Wilds. Giddy with the chance to spend time with him and far removed from the weighty thoughts of leadership, she removed herself from Neverwinter Forest, her favourite haunt away from home, as swiftly as her legs could carry her. She plunged into the Heartwood following his trail, too focused on him to notice the beauty of the wood around her.

She didn't hesitate to approach him when she found him, not like when she was younger and hesitant of his teachings. She did so boldly now, reaching out to nip fondly at the tufted fur of his cheek before sliding her body alongside his with her tail waving gleefully behind her.