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

She hadn't realized she'd been self-conscious, but as they wound through the noble pines, skirting massive root systems and colossal logs alike, Sitri made a comment that brought that realization to light. She had worried once about the wolves of Shearwater Bay staying loyal to her and Kaskae, even though they were the daughters of the Warchief and the rightful heirs, but she had never felt so helpless as she did leading Silvertip Mountain and watching mutineers run off, safe and sound.

Her breath hitched in her throat and she ducked her head somewhat, willing away her memories and croaking out a hoarse, “Thank you, Sitri. I only wish others shared your sentiments.” They did, of course. Jinx couldn't imagine Lecter ever leaving, and she was confident that Kaname and Cara were both loyal to her cause as well. Mordecai was quickly climbing the ladder of respect, as well, and Bagheera had ever earned Jinx's admiration. If she worried about any, she worried about Tiarnan... But the willowy warlock had done little to earn Jinx's trust yet, so her worry was minimal.

“Ancient ones,” the Alpha said, lifting her lips in a mysterious little smile. “Maybe we'll find magic in these woods.” As much as she believed in the spirits and the loa and magic, however, she didn't expect her subordinates to follow these beliefs, and so she chuffed amiably to show she was joking. The gloom of the conifers pressed in all around them as they loped past miles of forest toward the lake, but somehow it was soothing rather than frightening.