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It had been some time since Ira had gotten the choice to speak to @Jinx in a one on one fashion despite the fact that he saw her at different intervals throughout the week, and when they denned, and if it was not for the fact that he liked being close to Jinx (and partially liked bothering Lecter with his presence) Ira might have sought to den elsewhere. It was at the borders that he sought his mother guardian, while in a manner that he hoped was sneaky, kept his eye out for Bones of whom he had not seen in quite some time. It was true that she had pressing obligations within the Creek but this stretch of time that had passed since their last secret meeting with one another felt too long. There was something that felt off about the whole thing that left Ira with more questions than he had answers. It occurred to him that maybe Bones and him had finally been caught with their secret not-so-secret relationship and that maybe Fox had banned her from coming to see him. It sounded ridiculous, even to Ira but what else could her extended absence mean?
While Bones was not the sole reason he was patrolling the borders, and in fact neither was Jinx, he liked stalking the borders like some kind of Princeling wraith, Bones was part of what he wanted to talk to Jinx about. Ira had no real reason to hide his relationship with the Creek girl, and wanted his mother guardian to know that he wasn’t keeping anything sinister from her. He had been a little reclusive and Ira knew that, and accordingly, felt guilty about it, though not enough so to call off what he had with Bones. He didn’t see why Jinx would mind, or really, care, but he thought it was time he stopped sneaking in the dark about it. The other part being that given the stretch of time between the something of a schedule Bones had kept too, Ira with an inane urge that perhaps bothered him, thought maybe this time he could go see her, of which he needed permission for. Unlike an alarming amount of other wolves in Silvertip who went traipsing for reasons unknown to the Princeling too close to Swiftcurrent Creek’s borders without Jinx’s knowledge he sought her blessing to make the trip because he had no intentions of starting anything. He only wanted to see his girl, to assure himself that she was just busy and too tied up to make the trip herself.
Respect was earned, however, so Jinx remained diligent. She spent much of her time on the mountain, circling its boundaries like a hawk, marking and remarking. It was the duty of an Alpha to ensure that their scent was the strongest, so anywhere she sensed a pack-mate's recent leavings, Jinx covered it with her own. She believed wholly in strength and perseverance, and would not be outdone by her own subordinates.
It was on one of these jaunts that she found Ira circling in a similar fashion. Something had seemed off about him lately, but the Alpha female hadn't really cared enough to question him. She had no doubts about Ira's loyalty and no reason to think he was anything but an obedient, albeit insolent, Silvertip youth. She made a beeline for him, stepping with new-found ease over the uneven ground on which they made their living, and when she was within range, she grunted lowly to attract his attention.
It had taken Ira a while to get used to the uneven plains of their new location, the rocky terrain and the looming shadow above him had slowly began to become a comfort to the Princeling. It had begun to become home. He did not see the need to form attachments to territories - what was the point, he had often wondered, when it was likely the path of life would only take them to other places? Already, he had been in four packs and he was only seven months of age. He was reminded, with some past tendril of a memory, of Cain and how he had been cursed to wander the earth for eternity. Perhaps that was what Ira was ultimately destined to become. A wanderer. A wraith that haunted because it was all he had in life. No, no. That wasn’t true. He had Jinx. He had Silvertip. He had a home and as tentative as he dared call them: a family. Perhaps an extremely dysfunctional one but it was some semblance of a family, nevertheless. And he had Bones even if they remained parted, only seeing each other sporadically by circumstance. It was better than not seeing her at all, the Princeling reasoned, though the growing span of time between her last visit and now left Ira was the confrontation of the simple fact that he missed her.
Crystalline eyes snapped up in the direction of his Alpha and Guardian at her low grunt to announce her presence to him and as he took her in he felt a warmth spread in his chest; Ira acknowledged that he was genuinely happy to see Jinx.
Still, the boy seemed troubled and eventually revealed his true request, which Jinx answered with a rather bland, “I don't care.” As far as she was concerned, her wolves could go anywhere and do whatever they wanted, reminiscent of Xi'nuata's do as we please attitude, so long as they were wholly aware that they alone were responsible for their actions and the consequences of them. Ira and Lecter were special cases in that Jinx would rouse the pack if one of them was injured by a neighbour for going too close to that neighbour's territory... But any other wolf of the pack would lie in their own bed if they pissed off the wolves of the Teekon Wilds on their own territory.
“Observe proper respect while you are there, but do not forget, they are no longer your friends. They would kill you in winter for a scrap of meat. Besides, Swiftcurrent has pissed me off lately and I need no reason for them to further stick their noses in our business.” As for Blacktail Deer Plateau, she shrugged lightly and said, “you may check the Plateau if you poison their dumb bitch of a leader while you're there.”
Ira realized as he prattled on that despite his good intentions of wanting Jinx to know what he was up too, no matter how irrelevant it was (and in honesty it was probably very irrelevant) that he was being unnecessarily long-winded. His chatter was just that: drivel. Jinx’s response was short and blunt and simple. Almost too simple. I don’t care. For a second, Ira’s eyes narrowed in suspicion and then he understood that she had been serious. She didn’t care, probably about the whole entire thing and not just that he wanted to go to Swiftcurrent Creek just to make sure Bones was ok. It was a stupid quest, probably, and Bones would likely just get annoyed at him for being clingy or something. It wasn’t that he was clingy — Ira tended not to grow attached to others for the simple fact that he truly believed in his ‘curse’ though Jinx was his tentative exception but she had practically raised him. She was his mother in all the ways it mattered and though he had not believed it at first for the simple sake of not wanting to get his hopes up, and because he did not want to lose Jinx, he came to the conclusion that the curse had seemed to have spared her. Perhaps it had decided that Ira needed a break from all the death and destruction he had caused in his short span of life, or maybe it was just waiting to stab him in the heart and wrench viciously. Either way, Ira had no intentions of lingering too much upon it.
Her words regarding the Plateau’s leader was met with some confusion from Ira who had not been aware there had been any animosity between them.
Ira was quick to join in on her joke about the Plateau. Jinx knew better than to truly try to kill Hawkeye, and she was unwilling to face the wrath of the other female's demon dog a second time. Nevertheless, removing a threat the size of Blacktail Deer Plateau would have been a comfort to the pale bitch of the mountain. “I fear she's too fat to poison, anyway,” chuckled the Alpha. “You are probably right, princeling. But do be open to the possibility that Bones simply doesn't care.”
It certainly wasn't the kind of thing any son wanted to hear from their mother, but the pair had always been unorthodox, especially in matters of emotion. “She is young, and I only met her once, but she seemed clueless. She is likely unaware that you would worry.” Or she's a complete bitch, thought Jinx, but she thought better of saying it when Ira seemed so concerned.
They had made an odd pair anyway, the Prince and the Pirate. Seemingly, two beings that should have never meshed. Of course, it wasn’t entirely unexpected that Ira had grown fond of her because she was of the opposite sex and the only other wolf his age that he had came across, as of yet.
It wasn't until he mentioned mateship that she re-entered the conversation, and she did so with a fiery flash of her eyes and a sudden cold demeanour. “There will be no mateship if she intends to remain there,” growled Jinx, whose tone suggested there would be no discussing this. She fully expected her young prince to remain here upon the mountain with her... Bones or no Bones.