Ravensblood Forest Happy up here

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The white oak bark that Kisu and she had collected was buried beneath one of the handful of enormous sequoia trees within Horizon Ridge's territory. Jinx had risen early this morning to visit the site and investigate the overturned earth, and had been relieved to find it undisturbed. The thought of a pack mate locating the cache and making a deadly mistake with handling the goods within was a frightening thought, so much so that she had thought time and again of relocating it to her eventual den site. She refrained from moving it, though, for the simple fact she had shared its secrets with Kisu. It must be readily available for the male's use, if he chose.

Once she was satisfied with the status of their cache, the female had loped down a path carved into the foothills by a once-running stream that no longer was fed, and padded along the damp strand in the peace of the morning. There was no sound, not even the calling of gulls overhead, as she paced down the beach and eventually slipped back into the Ravensblood Forest in precisely the location she had gone when Kisu had found her. She passed by the tree they had stripped bark from, and pressed instead further into the forest. She went so far, in fact, as to reach the snow-covered edge, where coast turned to flatland.

It was there that a spectre from her recent past arose in the distance, and stopped her dead in her tracks. Had it been any other, Hawkeye or Leto or someone less recognizable, Jinx would have been on her way, and perhaps never chanced an encounter; she would have slipped by on the fringe of acceptable company and continued scouting along the inner curve of the mountains. Yet, it was not of those wolves. The wolf she spotted was perhaps the most recognizable of all the wolves she'd known: the mottling of stormy slate on an otherwise pristinely white coat was unmistakable even at that distance.

Jinx's hackles lifted in uncertainty and curiosity; would Pied remember her? Would Pied blame her? It was the Kesuk who the Bon Dye wolves had betrayed, not the other way around (so she told herself, being addled by her vision, despite it having occurred mostly in her mind), but would Pied care? Jinx did not move. She stood at the edge of the forest, staring down her once-subordinate, wondering with bated breath what the female would do... If anything.