the colours that i can't change

<style type="text/css">q {font:13px Georgia; color:#BA6D00;}</style>Her head bobbed in agreement: an Alpha should only really care about their land, and extend their knowledge only so far as was necessary, to keep their focus on their pack. The wolf in Jinx knew this to be true, though the Mambo in Jinx had on more than one occasion disobeyed this law of nature. The Mambo in Jinx was much diminished, though... An appreciation for the ritualistic guarding of territory was grown greatly. Still, she also agreed with Chakra's comparison, and was quick to supply information, being easily persuaded with even unspoken promise of reputation.

You need not worry about Horizon Ridge wolves, my lady, she began. Our leader, Akhlut, is an adept disciplinarian. Our wolves follow his lead willingly, and for good reason: he has proven himself quite capable at maintaining his rule, and does not tolerate action that breaks wolf law. He seems to like the sun and the sea very much, but I'm not too sure what his affinity for it is. She followed too, since he hadn't yet done anything to entice Jinx to attempt a coup d'etat, not that it wasn't possible he ever would... She would not follow a weak Alpha, not ever again. My pack mates also seem like sensible wolves. I feel they have a similar respect for their territory, and treating others' with due respect, as your own.

As they walked, her eyes occasionally darted to the trees around them, until sudden familiarity tugged at her as her eyes snagged on her former densite, set in the acidic soil at the base of one of the evergreens. Here, she said quietly, picking up speed to pull ahead of Chakra and duck into the den. She was gone for only a moment before she emerged, clutching in her teeth a pair of ferns that had certainly seen better days. Since they were dead, the spores still clung to them fervently, and it was the spores that were important.

The Alpha of Blacktail Deer Plateau is... Strange, she said awkwardly around her curled and dried ferns as she fell back into step, fully expecting to be escorted back to the border now. Her name is Hawkeye, and she claimed that a voice in her head tells her things when I met with her. That was all Jinx would say about Hawkeye, not wanting to appear too pretentious as to claim an overreaching opinion of a pack she knew very little of. The voice, regardless of the Kesuk's professional opinion of its origin and meaning, was enough to make Hawkeye like Clarice, which made her potentially dangerous in Jinx's personal opinion. She couldn't know that soon Chakra would have an unsavoury opinion of Hawkeye as well; had she been that omniscient, she might have said more.