Snowforest Taiga and, oh, that heart; it loves as harshly as the sun burns

Despite the Grotto's unfortunate lack of intelligence when it came to bordering packs, Jhala was a trained fighter. She knew the rules of the wild and understood body language better than half the adults she'd ever met. This was no difference. She stops before the woman speaks, her expression dimming as she realizes that the other is clearly not as thrilled to see her. Her words support how she looks-- that she is in no mood for a friendly conversation.

While she might've been intimidating with her fur bristling, the dark vicar does not mimic the others stance. Instead she steps back and gives a polite nod, disappointed that the other isn't an acquaintance. "Oh," she mutters. "Sorry, then," she then says loudly for the other to hear. She gives her a quick look before stepping back again, ears pricking in case she gets a response.