Larksong Grotto eat your kings

She was already agitated that Kesheph had returned with more religious asshats-- more self-adoring prudes. But she'd remained level, until someone stepped over the border, and Jhala let out a low growl, stepping towards them in warning. She didn't care who they were, this was her territory and she was guarding it. But even then she refrained from murdering them all right there-- because that would probably offend a number of people-- Reek included. But then, Kesheph starting talking about how these assholes were here to judge them-- judge them? for what? She didn't take shit from anyone, these wolves wouldn't dare judge her. But still, she kept her emotions hidden behind a pair of glassy, amber orbs.

But then, someone else spoke, and that was it. As soon as the so called 'High inquisitor' began speaking, Jhala lost it. Hiram had come back, and had started to speak to Kekseph-- who had been referred to as Hosannah on multiple occasions, a red flag already. It seemed okay, at first, like newly named Hosannah had just brought back a larger God-squad and they would continue their way. But now? Now there was beef. "What the fuck do you mean Hosannah's sins?" she questioned, her voice booming over anyone else who might've tried to respond, "She brought the knowledge and the light of the Daystar to us-- how the fuck is that a sin?" She let out a heavy heath, tail lashing behind her. "We're serving Raas, we're following his rule and his glory. There's not a wrong way to worship someone." She glanced at Hiram, shoulder fur bristling, before turning back to the strangers, refraining from flat out telling them to get lost-- that was not her call.