Sun Mote Copse Missed Steps

Giana had been doing a last patrol when crossed with the scent of another.... A tresspasser, for there was no fresh scent of anybody else - Alyssum's call rang out in the next moment, and without hesitation the ivory woman turned tail and thundered after the foolish girl. She was a warrior at heart, even under the hands of Molech, and this female was a tresspasser - every bone screamed attack to Giana. 

Even so, when she finally came into view of a feeble, whitecoated woman, a snarl ripping through her jaws and her hackles rising to full right away - her tail even arched over her back in a now rare stance of dominance - but she didn't lunge right away. The tresspasser was laying in a puddle of her own piss, whimpering to herself and crying. 

                       "What's wrong with you?"

Giana's words whipped out like ice, and she took another step forward to better sniff the girl - she was from the pack across the cedars. Was she sick, mental, slow - she was most definatley grown - Giana didn't know, but no matter what she was on The Malkaria's lands. In her time here, she'd already softened the showing of her bones - her fur was again thick, clean, and even the scent of all sickness was gone -she was again healthy, if just way too thin. Soon, she would be healthy, and she would go into heat - and she was fully prepared to give a pup to Molech, when she did.