Larksong Grotto Well.....shit

"Kind of," Jhala answers after their informal greeting. She plops into the dusty ground and it ripples around her body before settling in her coat and around her. "I've heard but neither of the alphas have really spoken to me about it," she explains, shrugging. Her head falls to her paws and she lets out a long sight. "There's no such thing as God," she says bluntly. "And if there is, he dudn't care much but us." 

Her amber gaze crosses, focusing on her cross paws ahead of her. She has no God to believe in-- why should she be forced to take one on?