Silvertip Mountain the strong conquer all

Her head dropped just slightly, her ears pressing insistently forward with interest when Amekaze admitted to knowing Akhlut. A small sound of agreement was her only acknowledgement of the loner's primary observation, but her attention and thought went mostly to the second. Once upon a time, she would have leapt to her Alpha's defence, assuring Amekaze that inexperience was not an adequate basis for judging a wolf... But Jinx had learned much. She did not yet suspect it of Akhlut, but she knew better, from Styx and Katrina, than to fault another for questioning a leader's abilities.

Ironically, she herself had been inexperienced and had failed her own pack, Shearwater Bay... But it was a natural mistake, easily backed up by any wolf who believed in Sight. She had looked into her mind and into the scrying pools and Seen nothing but flames... Flames, strife, and Kaskae looming over her, with teeth in her throat, punishing her for following Sos instead of Atka. It never occurred to Jinx that it was all folly; it was real, to her, and therefore a good excuse for her to leave her pack behind.

"Sometimes it is the inexperienced wolves who surprise the most," she quietly pointed out, referring to herself and Kaskae, of whom Amekaze had absolutely no knowledge. "But your concern is fair. I do not doubt Akhlut will prove himself to you." This, of course, was long before Jinx began to wonder about him herself, so it was said with utmost sincerity and confidence.