The Exiled Prince

He answered for himself, leading Jinx's first impression of Keithen White to be one of brimming confidence. She was wary of confidence, given that Majesty had been full of it once and had seized the opportunity to overstep his bounds the second he could. She reminded herself as he spoke that she couldn't allow herself to let Majesty's memory dictate the outcome of her dealings with confident wolves. Perhaps this Keithen White could reverse her opinion.

Keithen imparted some knowledge of his origin upon his introduction, which earned a sharp bark of laughter from the Alpha female, who had never heard an introduction quite so ludicrous as his. “What makes them cunts?” she unabashedly wondered, though there was something critical in her tone alongside the amusement. Perhaps he would come to consider her a cunt at some point, which simply wouldn't do.

Jinx suddenly ducked her head to gnaw at the wound on her foreleg for a moment, grumbling deep in her throat at the way it still seemed to shiver and tingle, then she stepped closer to Sitri. Satisfied with his continued camaraderie, the Alpha addressed Keithen with a more serious question: “what makes you better than any other lone wolf who seeks membership here?”