green is not a creative colour

OOC: I was listening to it while skiing the other day, lmao. It doesn't make for very good skiing music, honestly, but maaan does it ever get stuck in your head.

IC: A sound off to her side made her swing her head around, alert eyes seeking for the source of the alarum. Perhaps Rob would have succeeded at frightening her, if she had been less alert... But she had been anticipating trouble, almost as though she had felt it coming, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Tension defined the Kesuk woman of late, and it was with tension that she faced her onlooker.

Rob's sense of humour was lost on Jinx, who failed to understand why she was a sight for sore eyes at all. She fixed him with a stare that seemed to ask where she knew him from, but upon deciding they had not been acquainted (aided by the unfamiliar name he gave her), she dismissed his comment as a general ice-breaker. There was nothing about the honey brown wolf that suggested he was a threat, but there was nothing about Jinx that suggested she was reasonable... And so she took a stand against him nonetheless, triggered as much by his presence as by the pack he came from.

After all, Akhlut had not informed his wolves of the pact between Blacktail Deer Plateau and Horizon Ridge, so he was just as much a threat as any lone wolf or any Neverwinter member.

"You are too close to my pack, Robur Aqua," she brusquely informed him, refusing to tell him anything about herself or her pack. It was the way of a guarding wolf to veil any information that could be useful in a siege or coup. If information of her pack leaked out, she certainly didn't want her name attached to it. Additionally, his nickname, while apt — she wanted to believe he was a simpleton who suited a simple name, but in truth, she didn't know enough about him to judge him that harshly yet — was discarded in favour of formality. "What is your business?"