Cricket Creek Bog funkytown

frustrated, jhala took to the wilds. she'd return, no doubt, but she needed a quick breather. she let @Reek know she was headed out and would return soon, but didn't bother to let anyone else know. from a distance, she spotted the gray male. he looked a bit like her, if she'd been printed with black and white ink only. though she couldn't quite see his eyes from this far away, the alphess could only hope they were friendly-- she was thirsty.

she approached with her eyes narrowed, though held no clear dominant or submissive posture. her tail was held still and waved slowly, ears pricked up in caution. she didn't speak-- not right now-- but offered a light bob of her head as she moved to take a drink. she cares little for the mud around her feet, but is aware of it's hinderance if she needed to take off.