Larksong Grotto Michael Khors

It seemed she was going after the wrong scent, for mere moments later a female approached her with questions. Not that Jhala knew that this was the Queen she was seeking, but she wouldn't have found her anyway it appeared. The girl kept walking, the other now trailing beside her. Jhala was pretty big for a yearling, but still not fully grown. She had a few months before she would peek, and by then she'd be considered rather large for her species and gender. She was bulky too, muscular and thick besides her rather slim waist- mostly from the lack of food in the winter. She wondered if the other could tell her age, or even if she cared.

"Who are you?" she asked, not answering the question. Maybe she would, maybe she wouldn't. Did this woman even care? "'m Jhala," she then said, feeling that she should probably introduce herself regardless. She didn't place her title with her name, it was not important to her anymore. She did not add that she was from Porcupine Ridge, it did not matter anymore.