Sunset Valley her hands know violence but there is a different dream in her heart

Jhala snorts. "No offense, ma'am, but good luck. I haven't travelled far but from what I've heard, the whole Teekon is just as barren. You'll be goin' for a while," she tells her with a weak smile. "Like I said, my pack is just as bad, but I think being with a group is prob'ly the smartest move-- glad you've got your two packmates." Her tail wags slowly, and her eyes look past the woman to the land beyond. She wonders what pack she might've been a part of-- not that she really knew the names of any packs. 

Her ears perk, and her head tilts. "If you're intersted, I think there's some room in my pack," she offers. She mentions nothing of Kekseph and her strange ways-- but perhaps these people would be equally against the strange religion.