Cara preferred the term servant or loyal follower.
His words were not appreciated by the pale yearling , she didn't like the fact that he referred to her as the white one, there were countless white wolves walking through the wilds but none was like Jinx. Not in her mind. Her tail lashed to the side to show her annoyance and the features of her beautiful face hardened even more when he asked if she was a slave. Cara was not one to submit, she had a revellious hearr but Jinx's had earned her uttermost respect and adoration. She would shed the last drop of blood in the snow queen's name but she would never name herself a slave.
Her pale yellow eyes narrowed into unforgiving sliths while she spoke, it was true she had come here with no intend of fighting but if this wolf were to insult the Spine or her queen she wouldn't hesitate to rise to defend it. "She's my Queen", she clarified, "And I'm not her slave, just a her reliable servant", she barked with a bitter tone in her voice. Now that the sickness had take over Jinx's mind she doubted she'll ever be able to serve her without being at risk of being bitten.