Cricket Creek Bog funkytown

her ears perk, notable interest written on her face. "humans?" she repeats with the end turned up, like a question. "i've never actually seen one-- what'd they do?" she then asks, imagining-- once again-- more answers. she'd heard mostly negative stories, something about a word called gun and something about machines-- though she'd never truly encountered one before. she'd take his word on it regardless.

"we don't have many here... if any, you're really the first wolf i've ever met to have encountered them firsthand," she adds, feeling the need to expand if he was still new to the wilds. her ears cup forward a bit, nose twitching in curiosity. this was new information to her, and though she wasn't all that book-smart, jhala did find joy in learning about new things. today, humans.