it's going down, i'm yelling timber

Jinx's gaze remained heavy on the subordinate Ridge member until the other averted their eyes, and regardless whether it was done with respect to rank or simply out of politeness, she was satisfied with it. The Kesuk made clear most of the time she would not be questioned, and would answer no question that did not directly benefit her... But this Pump was adamant that she might lose a tooth or three playing with rocks. Jinx would agree, silently, with only a flicker of acknowledgement in her fiery eyes.

It was the stranger's next question that fulfilled a conversational purpose. Jinx answered while rolling her paw over the rock as it to shoo it away from her prize: "consume it," she said, with a tone that hinted she wasn't about to share it. She was not a wolf to share anything. But she had no qualms with Pump finding her own hermit crab to crack, and as if to suggest this somehow, she glanced pointedly between the removed rock and the dark-furred Sigma.

Then, without further word, being a wolf not terribly interested in others in general and having nothing much to ask, she plopped down on her pale belly in the sand to fish the now-exposed crab from the remains of its broken home. Her eyes drifted to Pump, however, with piqued interest in the event the other female actually did dare to try Jinx's method of crab fishing.