it's going down, i'm yelling timber

"We grew up in strong packs," she replied with a toothy grin, "and did not want for food." Did that make her a privileged bitch? Probably. Jinx had grown up amongst family and friends of her parents, two of the greatest wolves the Seahawk Valley had ever known... And she was quickly making a name for herself here in Teekon Wilds, albeit not a positive one. But, she thought, Nanuq and Koios had not been viewed favourably initially by many refugees... At least, that was the biased account of things she'd heard. No doubt it leaned in favour of Shearwater.

The black-furred, strange looking hybrid introduced herself as a name that Jinx misheard as Plump, which earned the dark female a quizzical expression for a moment. For a wolf who seemed so hell-bent on eating only to survive, it was a strange name, for sure. Slim might have done better. "Nice to meet you," she said, halting a little at the end, uncertain whether saying the name again would be disrespectful or not. She decided to assume she had heard it wrong, didn't understand what it was supposed to be, and simply said, "I'm Jinx. Jinx Kesuk."

As if somehow the name mattered, which it obviously did, since they were the best family in Jinx's opinion.