Silvertip Mountain the strong conquer all

When Jinx had been serving as Surgeon in Neverwinter, she had stepped brazenly over faint boundaries laid by a pair of wolves on these very mountain trails, and when confronted by the acting Alpha—a big black female who was slow on her feet, and somewhat slow-witted, she had privately imagined—she had, in true villainous fashion, fled further up the mountain. She had managed an escape eventually, and had had intentions of warning Styx and Katrina about the encounter... But had instead packed up overnight and shipped out to Blackfoot Forest, never to know the fate of either of the side-by-side packs.

Presently, she trod upon the same paths she had followed as she fled Tonravik's ire, but it was with haughty triumph that she stalked along them now. Tonravik had been a fool to think herself and one other female (perhaps others had come later, she couldn't say) could alone claim the mountain, especially when it was literally Neverwinter's backyard. Nobody existed who could tell her what had really happened, so Jinx contented herself with believing that the Feralheart who led Neverwinter now had chased them out. Serves the fools right, she thought as she climbed with breath slightly laboured.

At a stunning height of some 9000 feet, Jinx paused in her climb, glancing out over the vast Teekon Wilds that spread uninterrupted before her, from the shining sea and plateau in the distant northwest out to the forest she had called home in the other corner. There was the stale smell of wolves long departed upon a nearby boulder, and Jinx squatted to urinate over it, smirking as she thought of the wolf that had utterly failed to conquer Silvertip Mountain.