Golden Glade Timberland

though jhala had matured a tremendous amount since her arrival in the teekon wilds, she had yet to truly grow up. she was still pretty young, and had a whole handful of energy. so, when dagfinn halted her at the border and demanded she gain entry to the pack by passing some test, she was fuckin' down with it. her tail raised and her ears perked, shoulders squaring. she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do, but she was prepared. "hit me!" she challenged, a small smirk giving away the jest in her dominant display.