Hideaway Strath Garage

though jhala was not necessarily sad, she had not been herself since the move. she continued her normal duties as any packmate would, but she felt useless-- like she had nothing to do. since the grotto, jhala had grown accustomed to micro-managing everything. she was a newly born leader, and wanted control of everything. she refused to be taken advantage of ever again... but here? as a subordinate? there was nothing to control, nothing to lead. she was once again a follower, and though this time she trusted her leaders (not that she'd never trusted reek, but his moments are hiram were troubling), she felt a bit out of place.

@Reek was her only solace. in a place where she felt utterly powerless (naturally, of course), reek was her stone. his presence reminded her of life before leading, before controlling. her family was her home, and it didn't matter who she was as long as she had them.

after a particularly troubling day of patrolling, jhala sought out her mate, her ears pressed against her skull.