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if jhala had put two and two together, she might've brought him back right then and there-- but the sound of the call she'd heard earlier had washed clean from her mind by now. it wasn't for her-- why bother? she eyed the kid as he eyed her, noting how seriously he appeared to be sizing her up. she wasn't the tiniest bit afraid of the small pup, amused, maybe. she waited patiently and silently for the boy to finish his scowling, lightening up and immediately falling into a play position. jhala grinned.

"i'm jhala," she returned, tail waving, "and i'd love to wrestle with you, roar." she dropped into a play position, a bow that she had used on her own two kiddos time and time again. astik of course took it a little more seriously than tapat had, always picking up on the moves and remembering them for later use. tapat, on the other hand, just did a lot of tackling and then crying... but that was besides the point. she assumed this little guy, striking her as very headstrong and bossy, would want the first move, so she made no attempts to take that from him.