Golden Glade It's been established that time is not a rigid construct.

jhala's eyes narrowed as she saw the two in the territory. she'd scented them, but she wasn't aware that they were already in their land. as she grew nearer, she let out a low growl. "you're inside the borders of the golden glade, don't you have a nose?" she asked them, tail lashing. she didn't look like she would attack, but she was on edge. the woman was large and burly, and had no times for games inside their own territory. where these two aware of what they had done? or were they just plain stupid. she waited.