wrapped in piano strings

Paranoia sank its talons into Jinx's brain once more as, sweeping through the tangle of lowland conifers, she contemplated the state of her pack. None of the assembled had spoken up against her law, yet she anticipated resistance where there truly was none. Her husband ruled alongside her now, in a slightly less demanding capacity, and she could rest easy knowing the pack would thrive with the pair of them at its head, but still she feared an uprising of those who did not understand what it was to be a wolf.

She weaved through the trees on high alert with an aggressive and dominant perpetual stance. Her tail was flung high over her hind and her ears pointed directly forward. Jinx's face was drawn into the grim visage of a woman scorned, although there had been no scorning... At least, there hadn't been until she came upon the scent trail of a decidedly unfamiliar wolf.

It was paranoia that made her give chase, for although Carolina was nowhere near Silvertip Mountain, the Alpha took it upon herself to enforce her claim even here. Some called it insecurity, and at its root that's what it was, but to her it was merely strength. She began prowling along the trail in pursuit of the wolf who had invaded her favourite haunt, fully intending to take out some of her pent up frustration on the poor soul.