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

jhala nodded, but frowned. wandered? why had she been wandering? and in circles? as a wolf that was sort of hard to do. surely her nose would've kicked in and been like 'hey! you've seen this rock before, let's try a different direction!' or something. jhala watched her for a second, finding herself reminded of tapat yet again.

as the other blabbered on, jhala let out a soft breathe and glanced behind her. "yeah, i live here. with my mate and my kids and a few other wolves... i dunno if you came from here but you can stay if ya want," she said, the offer said slower than the rest. she seemed distant, and it made jhala feel like she wouldn't completely understand her offer-- or maybe she would, and the burly alphess would just look like a dick. "you're in the golden glade right now."