HUNT: You literally couldn't get out of bed

Next round to end July 30th or so! @Mordecai Take it away! Also I'd appreciate if no one actually says the "rabies" word in this thread—at least not in earshot of Jinx. I don't want her to know what's wrong with her!

The pack came, as she knew they would. They were loyal to her, a fact which made Jinx not only proud, but arrogant as well. Each new member in her ranks swelled her own ego, and while it wasn't always outwardly apparent, the Alpha occasionally paraded and showed off her rank to her comrades. Perhaps they held some loathing for it, but so far the displays had been few and far enough that they may not have noticed. She considered doing it today, but she was too distracted by the tingling in her leg and the way her mouth never seemed to evict all the saliva.

The pack gathered somewhat away from her, which irked the female. They seemed wary, and she supposed she couldn't blame them. She was drooling like an unsophisticated dog, after all. “What,” she said flatly, levelling a gaze on each of them, “never seen a spider bite before?” After all, she hadn't noticed it was a bat that bit her. She had assumed from the symptoms that it was an arachnid, and that she was merely feeling the effects of a mild poison that would in time wear off.

“We are hunting today,” she told them all, glancing sidelong at Creidne, one of the only wolves brave enough to approach her. It wasn't like she was some kind of vampire, but she forced her irritation to the back of her mind. Mordecai had come closer than some of the others as well. It seemed some wolves still knew how to treat their Alpha. “Mordecai,” she addressed him fondly, “what will we be catching?” From here, she took a step back, swallowing thickly (it wasn't enough to drop a dribble of saliva down her chin) and shaking her forelimb while he took the floor.