Great Bear Wilderness Don't worry bout me and who I fire

“I agree,” said the Kesuk, sweeping her gaze over the tall, ancient pines until it came to rest on Sitri. She felt no remorse for the wound she had cut into his muzzle, but she also didn't expect him to think nothing of it. He hadn't commented, however, so Jinx had assumed he'd already forgotten about that episode. She angled her snout down to nibble at a few stray hairs on her breast, then flicked her ears up and invited him to descend into the basin with her.

“There seems to be a floodplain down there, and I've noticed a landmass in the middle of the lake. I suspect both support prey populations.” Even as she said this, a pine marten darted past them and disappeared into the thick understory.

“Our proximity to other packs has done nothing but coax our wolves from our grasp,” continued Jinx, who was happy to blame everyone except herself for the disappearance of her wolves. “Too many loners flock there due to our numbers. I wish to be away from them.” She would happily start her pack anew here, and even if it did nothing to curb the mutinies of her subordinates, it would ease her to be well away from the traitors. “Do you think it is wise to move us here, Sitri?”