Larksong Grotto Nina

"I believe you," she said. She really did-- the girl often trusted everything she heard. Besides this woman's rude introduction, Jhala felt that she was less than qualified to protect a pack. To a girl who grew up knowing only to respect and to fight, Keksheph did not meet standards. Jhala towered over the woman. Although she was young, the other was small and petite. Despite being underfed, Jhala was large and muscular with little fat deposited anywhere. Even though she wanted nothing to do with the highest rank, Jhala felt even she would have made a better alphess.

Her ears perked gently in surprise. Did she think-- of all wolves-- that the yearling with absolutely no sexual knowledge wanted the grayed alpha? She couldn't help but snort. "Congrats?" she replied, her tail flicking. Growing impatient, Jhala looked back towards the border. "Look, I'm just tryna do my job. Can I go, your highness?"