Kintla Flatlands DISCOVER · live fast, die young

Jinx's interest was piqued by Zombie's confessions. She listened intently, her mouth drooping in the way a listening wolf's mouth does, and what she heard pleased her. Much as the Kesuk wanted to blame all of the Bon Dye wolves for failing her, this would could not be blamed. She had merely done what was required of her, which was much as Jinx had done; in the process, Jinx had made enemies, and Zombie had not. But she could not fault the rusted female for that. After all, the Kesuks were no strangers to enemies.

"Then you are the only one worthy of the title of amarok," stated the former Alpha, who found in her breast the tiniest flare of admiration. Zombie had risen from the wreckage of a former pack and devoted herself to Bon Dye, and the Kesuk was delighted to find that, unlike the other deserters, Zombie's devotion had been true. Jinx's had been true as well, but nobody believed her. They couldn't be blamed, but Jinx blamed them anyway. "Wolf. You are the only one."

Was Jinx, then, a wolf? One could not say if she numbered herself among them or not. At present, her concern lay with herself and no other. Perhaps this was why, rather than trying to tempt Zombie back into her circle of favourites—albeit she would have liked to do so, it would take some time—she instead turned to the crack in the wall, mirroring the Blacktail wolf's own shift in interest. A sidelong glance to the red-smattered woman gave indication that she should lead on... And that Jinx would remain out here, if unwelcome.