Larksong Grotto American Eagle

Flustered, Jhala shook her head, eager to explain her take on the situation-- though she was sure that she was still wrong about it, so she didn't. Instead she gave a huff and gave his face a big, sloppy lick. If she wasn't good at it, why pretend! Though it was with mostly good intention as she eyed him, tail waving. "I didn't know that's what we were doing," she told him, tail wagging mischievously as a smile tugged at the edges of her muzzle, curious what he would think of that.