Swiftcurrent Creek swing dancing

From a distance, Jinx tailed her rust-coloured rival, with body slung low and steps slow and cautious. She was visible by the perked peaks of her ears, but otherwise streamlined to the ground. Fox had been her willing adversary not long before this—mere days, in fact—and garnered Jinx's disgruntled respect. Now, the wintry Kesuk stalked her from afar, determined to figure out what the Gods had given Fox to make her so successful a fighter.

She was certain there was something. Jinx, being a high priestess whose Gods meant everything to her, attributed most successes to the will of Sos or Atka, or both. In the case of Fox, she wanted to suggest it was Atka, but... Something stopped her from assuming the yearling was righteous and lawful. It was a premonitory feeling in her gut that her first impression hadn't been the whole story... Based on that first encounter, Fox no doubt was a wolf who followed just and reasonable morals, with something of a vulgar tongue.

Jinx wasn't so certain. Chock it up to her suspicious nature and inherent distrust of everyone, but she didn't think Atka was alone in guiding her rival. Though, she thought as she crept closer with the intent of revealing herself, it would be fitting if Atka was the sole guide.

She banished her thoughts and seized the present moment instead. Her legs straightened and she lifted herself to a more respectful position, her strides lengthy now rather than slow and methodical. Without any verbal greeting, she approached Fox's right side, but feigned disinterest. Though her ears were quick to sway back toward her nape and her tail hung low rather than high with dominance, she did not direct her gaze at the red-furred female.

Instead, she bowed her head to the water, mimicking the small Delta's earlier action, and drank deep from the creek, anticipating a reaction to her presence.