an abstract interwoven archive

When the ritual of acceptance (as she liked to call it) was completed, she gestured for the tawny male to take his first steps into Silvertip Mountain's territory. The pack's claim was grand, and she had no reason to believe that something better might be out there waiting for them. True, it had little hunting ground itself if one didn't count the mountain goat herds, but they had the expansive Neverwinter Forest next door to hunt in. She already did a fair job of keeping lone wolves out of it, if she did say so herself.

“I am Jinx,” she introduced, being incapable of remembering whether or not she had given her name at their last meeting. “Lecter, my mate, serves as our Beta. You will meet him soon, I reckon, and you will not be able to miss him when you do.” Little did she know that the bloody shaman and Mordecai had already made one another's acquaintance (Chelsie thinks).