Cricket Creek Bog Southern Tide

the other approached, and jhala was pleased-- she didn't even had to move! "jhala," she returned, emphasizing the pronunciation like she had to with tapat-- it was almost a subconscious thing, just to act like everything needed real explanation... but when it came to tapat, a lot of things did need a real explanation.

"are you from around here?" jhala asked, her head cocking to the side. she didn't smell like a pack wolf, but jhala had been mistaken before.