Porcupine Ridge The Mona Lisa

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It was a bright and sunny day outside regardless of the snow that blanketed the ground. Jhala was out enjoying the warmth, letting it soak into her dark pelt and radiate through the amber glow of her eyes. It was strange, she suddenly realized, that she'd come across the scent of former-Delta Anwyl, and it seemed extremely stationary in it's place. She'd pinned herself as an excellent tracker, so she believed that she was well aware of the scent placing. She sought out the fluffy male and soon found him, lounging sadly half in-half out of his den.

She smiled.

"Hiya," she murmured, looking at him in an amused fashion. He seemed sad, and she did not laugh at that, but just the fashion of his pouting was quite funny. What the hell was he doing, lol. "You alright?" she asked, dropping the mannerisms of ranking and dropping to a friendly packmate, instead.