Larksong Grotto Nina

As far as Jhala was concerned, she was not in the wrong. It was traditionally rude not only to watch someone piss, but judge them for it. It wasn't even like she was taking a wazz in the middle of the day without attempt to conceal herself-- very unladylike-- she was marking the borders. It was a job. Every pack member had to do it, that's how they stayed strong. 

This woman spoke like she was the leader-- which only confused the poor beta. Reek wouldn't elect a stranger as his alphess without talking to her first... right? Wasn't that part of her job? To advise? The fur along her spine bristled with frustration. Not directed specifically at the woman-- although her arrogant and rude responses were not helping-- but at Reek, for making a decision that left her so far out of the loop that she was left absolutely useless as a Beta. She swallowed a lump. It'd happen again. She'd fail again. She couldn't fail her alpha-- not again. 

But the more she thought about it, the more angry she got. She couldn't humble herself to this woman... she was not her alpha. Reek was.

"Kekshit?" she repeats, shaking her head. "That'sa odd name, your highness," she tells her, and lowers her chin to the ground in a sarcastic bow. When she raises, she looks the woman over. "I am Jhala, Reek's beta," she informs her, her tail waving behind her.