Blackfoot Forest Breathe

Before long, a female scent wafted Giana's way. It was one that was on the border, within the woods: this was, even if her body language didn't give the information itself as Amara came into view, the alpha female. The brown woman was younger, smaller, but demanded to know what she wanted. Not in a rude way, but with dominance that made the ivory queen's pelt crawl. Today, though, there was little drive in her blood. She hated the thought of bowing to another, to any, really, but if she didn't want to be alone then she would deal with it. 
             "A place to call home. I'm Giana."
There were bound to be questions, she knew, and decided to cut all the asking short. Why bother, when she knew the questions anyways? Would the alpha male show up and ask again, or would this female here take care of it wholly? She didn't know if this was her last stop along the way or just another stepping stone, but she was willing to work for this pack if it would take her in.
                          "I aim to be a Naturalist, over the stars, and a Mercenary."