Larksong Grotto Dooney and Bourke

Ears perking, Jhala nodded with interest. She didn't have siblings, the two she was supposed to have died of natural causes- she didn't even remember them. The dark Epsilon shrugged, giving a brief smile. "I don't think there's much to know- no family, or anythin' like that," she told the other, amber gaze turning to the ground. She stepped over a stray log gracefully- enough anyway- her large paws thudding back against the ground. Her gaze raised to the blue ocean of a sky above them, clouds foaming throughout like crashing waves, and she studied it briefly. 

"I came from Porcupine Ridge- a pack just over the mountains back there," she told him, smiling a little at the friendly male.