Silvertip Mountain watch the oceans rising high

As she lay there wheezing pitiful breaths from her lungs, she became acutely aware of her folly: she had invited this rage by arrogantly dropping the veil of invisibility the Gods had weaved around her. As if to make this bitter defeat ever more sour, she also became aware that her obsidian was gone; an observant eye would have seen it tumble from the cavity between her shoulders when her foot betrayed her, and would see it bouncing and breaking upon the mountain's base even now, dangerously foreshadowing her own demise had Sos not swept out His great paw to save her.

Soon, the surefooted female from before descended on her, but withheld any savagery. That was fortunate; Jinx could stand her ground in combat when she gained her feet, but lain out like this, she was helpless as a babe. Tonravik wasted no time, however, in asserting her rights here, and presently pressed close -- close enough that Jinx could smell the rancid meat breath that coursed from her throat, likely the same scent of all others wolves' breath, but made worse by her circumstance. The word, a command as much as a question, was breathed against the cup of her ear and instantly ignited her pride, for she no longer gaped like a fish for air; it was drawn in deep gulps into grateful lungs, giving light to her fire once more.

"Kesuk," she hissed venomously, vexed that she had been bested by this fool. She need not stress about it; when Styx heard of what happened to her, what the savages housing themselves in his backyard had done, he would rise Neverwinter against them and dash them from existence. That was how it worked, after all, and there was no doubt it was the only outcome.