Larksong Grotto Nina

It was a natural thing, marking borders. Never before had Jhala ever questioned the history behind it or the actions to do it-- she simply did. It was expected of her when she was a soldier for her birth pack. It was expected of her at Porcupine Ridge. It was expected of her here, as the Grotto's Beta. She cared little about how she looked and therefore held no concerns for the act of border marking. She just did as she was expected.

After squatting another time, she realized she was being watched. Her head turned and she spotted a skinny, red woman hidden mostly behind a rock. Being less than concerned about offending the other, she stood tall with her tail raised. This was her place, this was her rank-- she needed to maintain it. "What?" she barked, her eyes narrowing.