green is not a creative colour

An incredulous snort passed from nose to air when Robur claimed it was his Alpha's word, and as though to emphasize the I don't care because I don't believe you attitude she presently held, she glanced around herself and pointedly back to him. The lift of her brows said, I see no Alpha here. And his Alpha, if his pack name was to be believed, was not necessarily the most credible of wolves either. Jinx maintained a firm belief that the dark-furred Blacktail woman was at least a little bit insane, but of course, she withheld that thought.

To his other, she managed a wry little smile, but it was quickly replaced by one that was more ominous and admittedly creepy. "I might if you aren't careful," she warned, and though Robur spoke with a coy tone that implied he was having fun and/or trying to get her to open up, hers was still frosty and detached, as though she wasn't interested in games.

Which, to be certain, she wasn't. She was doing her duty as acting guardian, and he was simply amusing, and accurate, in his assumption that she was a witch. Jinx indeed was a witch, though poison-master was a more fitting title nowadays.