Whitefish River that man is not your maker

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Katrina and Styx — the dominant pair at the head of Neverwinter, as it were, for to Jinx they were nothing more than that — had taken what she had said of her voodoo knowledge, and made her a Surgeon. The Kesuk probably should have been honoured to be considered useful so early in her pack life, but it was almost a slight upon her name and her God to be given the task of saving lives rather than taking them, as she was better trained to do. However, the girl had graciously accepted, and shortly following her inception into the pack and her brief meeting with Kerberos, she had set out to begin stocking her own private cache in the event anyone ever needed her aid.

She had always hated using plants, much preferring to use stones and incantations for her magicks, but plants had their uses, and many of them were good ones. Today, the lithe woman was seeking the commonplace bracken fern, whose spores were toxic, but granted the wearer of an amulet inset with one a form of invisibility. Not true invisibility, of course, but stealth and protection; the Loa wove a cloak of concealment around the wolf bearing the bracken spore, and that wolf was then protected from prying eyes.

It was practically a necessity for a raider, she believed, and Jinx was absolutely a raider first and foremost. Neverwinter was more peaceful than she might've liked for a rogue pack, with their adherence to the rules of parley, but that didn't mean she couldn't sneak around like she always had. She had been an accomplished Headhunter, and that wasn't about to end now.

Jinx was well-versed enough in herblore to know the fern would grow best on a decline, and so as the sun peaked in the sky to signal noon, she made her way to a depression in the Wilderness' forest that led down to the bank of a wide river. She didn't pick her way down to the shore proper, but chose to hover about halfway up the slope, and it was here she pressed her snout to the earth and breathed deep, seeking out the telltale scent of the bracken fern, which persisted by releasing chemicals (hence the telltale scent that she had learned early in life) to inhibit competing plants.