Larksong Grotto We let the waters rise

Jhala arrives quickly to the sound of a howl, her ears perked. When she sees the visitor, she lets loose a low growl, a signal of warning. While the female has not crossed the borders, she is awfully close, and the Vicar remembers vividly the time she'd been scolded by Taggarik for allowing a wolf too close to their borders. She means no harm-- she's not nearly as strict as the black wolf-- but she expects more than just a respectful head dip, now.

"You're pretty damn close to our borders," she says, her honey-coated voice somewhat rough as it is lowered. "What do you want?" Reek would be proud, she thinks, taking care of the pack while he's gone. She'll keep the borders safe.