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A wind rustled by, and Jhala's shoulder fur fluffed out as it did. She listened, her ears perked with interest, as the other spoke about where she'd come from. Followed from Pheonix Maplewood? Was that supposed to make sense to her? Jhala tilted her head, shaking it for a moment. "A Maplewood?" she asked, interrupting her next question. "Where's that? Did they pick you up there or did you like, leave a pack or somethin'?" 

It probably seemed a bit blunt to ask, but it wasn't like Jhala hadn't done the same thing. "I used to be part of the Porcupine Ridge, it's a really strict pack west of here," she then explained, guilt washing over her. "I uh, left when Reek invited me. I'm not sure the pack was the place for me."