my old aches

Set December 22, 2103. Ravensblood.
I am kind of assuming Sequoia Coast is in the west, and Horizon Ridge is north of Ravensblood Forest, but if I'm wrong I apologize!

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The howling of wolves had dissipated on the wayward coastal wind, and before she could be sought by the dominant male of the pack, Jinx had diverted her course away from the sea. There would be time for the pleasantries of meeting her master and her pack later, when Jinx had composed herself more; now, she had work to do. The Omen was faded from her conscious memory, but the image of Sos' snout filled with blood was branded into her mind, although shock and confusion had robbed her of context. It would be forgotten and never spoken again.

Given that her religious items had been left in Blackfoot Forest, there was nothing for Jinx to do but begin recollecting fresh ones, beginning with the simplest items: bark of white oak, to exacerbate wounds in wolves she seeks to do harm to, and bark of rowan, for protection and the reflection of another's magicks. These items would suffice for now for Jinx's purposes in warding off potential harmful wolves: white oak chewed finely and held in the mouth, but never swallowed, could affect a wolf's bite as potently as if they possessed snake venom. The wound's internal rotting would be a scathing warning and reminder to any wolf fool enough to cross their perimeter.

For this task, she departed the coast on skittish, quickly moving paws, every so often casting glance over shoulder in fear the dominant male would be bearing down on her. She escaped the shore unnoticed and slipped silently in amongst trees, and from here struck east and south through the nameless rainforest, mindful of the enormous sequoias that stuck out from the other trees like pillars into the heavens. It wasn't until she had gone quite far south that cedars and redwoods gave way to more familiar species: oak and the occasional hemlock, nestled amongst more common rowan and hawthorn trees. She set to work stripping bark off the nearest white oak, though eyes darted about alertly as she busied herself.