Blackfoot Forest so many walls up

Even as Jinx attempted to set about normal tasks that would bring her back to reality, the feel of the Spirit World infringing on the Physical was impossible to ignore, almost like a tear in the fabric of reality had allowed the Spirits to tumble into her world and play, unbound by the laws of their own. It was unearthly. The entire forest was unearthly, inexplicable, and the yowling of the foxes in the pre-dawn gloom was so fitting that after some time, she forgot they were foxes, and believed they were, indeed, lesser loa crying out in the wake of their Master. But none of them revealed themselves to her, and besides their wailing, Jinx could understand nothing they said.

Her attention was pulled backward as a voice, taut and scratchy with what she assumed was dryness, heralded her from behind, and as she turned her head she beheld a desert-kissed coyote (whose scent, she noted as it diffused through the air, was curiously unlike a coyote's, and bore resemblances to wolf, which gave her pause for a moment) whose concern might have been genuine, or might have been fearful. Jinx, being ever suspicious of others, was wont to believe a loner would not care for the wellbeing of another, but instead, would ask such a question in the interest of their own continued survival. Nonetheless, she could not fault anybody for that, for she would likely have done the same if she had heard the sounds Leto had been subject to earlier in the night.

“The Dark One is displeased,” she answered simply, mistaking the coyote-who-smelled-like-a-wolf for one of the voodou-loving variety. It was no secret to her, and was a strong belief, that coyotes and foxes, being of trickster quality and clever, were creatures of voodou, and practitioners of it. Of course, there was the fact that not all coyotes and foxes believed in voodoo at all… But Jinx was ignorant of that, and believed the teachings of her family, which were that all coyotes and foxes and crows were inherently tied to voodou and were capable of performing it, with or without revealing the truth of their power to others. Therefore, there was no second thought; she thought Leto would know exactly what she was talking about.

“But He is placated now,” she continued, “for the time being. He gave to me a mission, and I failed it, but I will not fail Him again.” Now her eyes turned to pierce into the coyote's (still unknown hybrid, because Jinx was a Kesuk, and truly stupid), the colour of dazzling emeralds so deep that even the richest grass could not compete, set as a perfect contrast to spun-gold visage, and a little grin tugged her lips upward; Leto was perhaps the most beautiful coyote Jinx had ever seen, and she equated the gift of beauty in this one with the favour of Sos, being faithful to a fault to her God. “You must have felt Him, too, and come here.”