Hideaway Strath Always hanging on to the visual

"ya good?" jhala questioned, ears flicking forward, cupped to better hear and answer. this wolf reminded her a little bit of anwyl, who was pretty gone from her memory by now, brought up only by the soft creams and grays of her pelt. her gaze narrowed. "i'm jhala," she added with a dip of her head-- this wolf was, after all, probably a higher rank. she hoped tapat was doing okay with that, now that she thought about it. they'd taught him about submission and he wasn't a very dominant wolf-- but jhala surely hoped he'd make it okay.