Ravensblood Forest light of my life, fire of my loins [m]

He was silent for a time, tempting her to strike him with the swiftness of a snake, but right before herfury at his betrayal boiled over, he spoke. It did nothing to temper her rage; in fact, it only leant it fuel, so that her anger flashed like lightning across her stormy eyes. "That cunt is an insult to Shearwater Bay," she reminded the shaman, who would join with her wolves like some pathetic vagabond. He was shaman, and it was not fitting for him to follow that lowly example of faith. Lethe had abandoned Shearwater in its time of need, had forsaken the daughters of wolves who meant oh so much to her... It was jealousy, and it was petty, but her hatred also was justified. Her hatred of the female who had had no faith in them... Them, chosen by the Gods!

Her fury danced like wildfire in her breast as he spoke again, referring to the great Houngan of Shearwater Bay. Now, a snarl crept up her throat at this, the most grievous of insults; she misinterpreted, likely, but Jinx was still young. Try as she might, she had not achieved the bond her father had shared with Lecter. She took it to mean he wished death upon her, and it hurt so deeply she gasped against it. "I never met my father," she coldly snapped, her ears melting back to her skull with outrage and agony.

He said her name, and her stomach fluttered with nerves and savage need to claim him once more, but it was consumed by her fire. "You left me and now you would wish my father's fate upon me, and insult me further by taking up banners with Lethe, who deserted Kaskae and I," she said softly, but murderously. If she could inflict even a twinge of pain upon his heart, it would satisfy hers, swollen with hurt as it was.