Whitefish River turn down for what

She felt a triumphant flutter in her breast when the pup waded into the deeper water and began a tentative crawl toward her. There were two potential outcomes here: the pup would drown, or the pup would make it across. Both were favourable situations for Jinx, and she watched intently with a smile chock full of sugary sweetness to see which would transpire.

She hadn't banked on the third outcome, which was that someone would miraculously find the cub. That someone happened to be an old pack mate of hers, and though she wouldn't dare call him friend any longer, he wasn't someone she had ever wished ill toward. Nevertheless, his voice rang out over the river and in her mind, the Alpha was screaming, go fuck yourself!

“Kisu,” drawled the Kesuk female, careful to conceal her disappointment and frustration that he would arrive before the cub could make it across. If Osprey had just been on her side, she could easily have taken her and fled the scene... But it was not to be. “What a... Pleasant surprise. Shouldn't you be at home, kissing Akhlut's perfectly princely toes like a good subordinate to his highness?” It was no surprise Jinx still despised her half sibling and believed he was completely inept at leading, though he had left a long time ago and she was still unaware. “Or has he run off like I expected he would?”