Larksong Grotto Michael Khors

The girl didn't respond. Tavi seemed upbeat (kind of) about her situation, and even mentioned that hard work could earn her her rank back. But Jhala wasn't really sure she wanted her rank back. She'd been a bit weary about it to begin with, and even as she felt she was getting the hang of it she constantly let her leaders and pack down. It was not a burden she felt she was capable of handling so early on in such a new pack. She smiled weakly, shrugging gently. "I think so too," she agreed, but as Tavi's tone dropped off, Jhala felt the conversation had come to an end. She dipped her head gently to her alpha before she parted. "I'm gonna go refresh some borders," she informed her quietly, a slight smile on her muzzle. "Thanks, Tavi,"

With that, she left. Jhala couldn't decide if Tavi cared for her or not, and the same for herself. She moved swiftly to the nearest border, her ears low as she pondered the conversation in full.