Sun Mote Copse Can you feel the Schadenfreude?

Giana had been feeling rather restless lately, and tonight she just so happened to be on a leisurely patrol along the borders when a howl rent the air. Ears fanning forward to catch the tones of a male calling to her leader, the ivory female strode forward until she was trotting his way. The pouch she'd developed kept her from bursting into the run she wanted to, but Gia was content to appear at a fast stalk, hackles raised and lips twitching back to reveal her fangs. 

                            "Who are you, what's your purpose here?"

Her words rang out, clear and harsh like the crack of a whip, and though she came a few more paces closer, tail flagging over her back, the pregnant female kept a decent distance from the stranger. There was no need for introductions if the man wasn't here for any good reason, and she'd rather not bother Eshamun if it didn't need to be such -- Gia took it upon herself as the greeter to show her dominance and ask the questions her leader would no doubt need.

Her stormy eyes roamed first to the.... Bag? What the hell? There was a skin of an animal at his feet, coiled up and clearly holding something within. For now, she didn't comment, letting her judgemental gaze roam over the man without hesitation as she waited his words.