Rumours were true, Jhala had had no good encounters with the new alphess and was less than thrilled with her arrival. Where had Reek even found her? She didn't really care that Reek had picked a wife, she was less than interested in that. Her respect for the man had gone down-- and continued to-- with every passing day since she had met this Kekshit... or... whatever. She was unhappy and laid low, refusing to meet with the woman again, or even Reek for that matter.

When she heard Skeet's bark, she could only assume it was a trap. She hesitated to go to him, wondering if the new queen awaited beside him. She sucked in her breath and closed her eyes for a moment before she began towards her friends direction. When she arrived, relief flooded through her. No alphas, just Skeet. "Hey Skeet," she barked, her tail wagging.

"Kind of," Jhala answers after their informal greeting. She plops into the dusty ground and it ripples around her body before settling in her coat and around her. "I've heard but neither of the alphas have really spoken to me about it," she explains, shrugging. Her head falls to her paws and she lets out a long sight. "There's no such thing as God," she says bluntly. "And if there is, he dudn't care much but us." 

Her amber gaze crosses, focusing on her cross paws ahead of her. She has no God to believe in-- why should she be forced to take one on?

"Yeah.. uh.." Jhala racks her brain to remember the true name of the woman-- trying to decide if it really was Kekshit. "Kekseph... or... something... I dunno I haven't called her by anything other than Your Highness since I've met her," she says, shrugging. She doesn't care if Skeet doesn't agree with her sarcasm and impoliteness. She'd learned at Porcupine Ridge-- if you don't respect someone, let them know. "Reek took her as his wife-- I guess."

Her ears perk, then fall to her skull. She steps forward and nudges beneath his chin softly. "Hey," she says, trying to calm her agitated friend. "Don't... don't worry 'bout it, 'kay?" she offers, smiling up at him. She pulls away a bit, sitting down and staring at him with wide, amber eyes. "I'm not really the religious type, or whatever, but I'm staying. It won't be bad... I guess. Reek is still here-- Reek's a good guy." Part of her words go back on what she's previously said, but she means well. She respects Reek the most, and although she hates Kekshit, she feels there's no reason to turn Skeet against them both. 

Jhala frowns, but nods. "Yeah," she says, "Me too." Her tail thumps against the ground though as she nudges Skeet on the shoulder, letting out a playful growl. "C'mooon," she whines, her ears flicking backwards. "Why don't we do something else?" she asks hopefully, her lips curved into a pretty, white smile. "There's so many other things we can be worried about."