Sun Mote Copse Can you feel the Schadenfreude?

The call at the border caught her interest, bloated and restless as she felt. The children within her were preforming acrobatics, it seemed, kicking and fighting. She took joy in the movements, chuckled softly as her belly waved like the ocean, but also winced at the discomfort. Tiny paws would hit her lungs, her bladder. They would steal her breath and make her feel as if she could wet herself. When the call rose she gladly turned her attention away from the discomfort and, slowly, trot off to see who knocked.

Her eyes lit up as she recognized a familiar face. Giana stood protectively at the border, hackles raised and nose wrinkled in a snarl. Asherah was instantly struck with love and admiration for her sister, defending the border and her family so strongly. She moved up quickly, but let her approach be heard. She pulled up beside her sister and greet the woman first, eyes sweeping over Giana's pregnant form. "Your babes grow stronger by the day, Giana, and you grow more radiant in your motherhood." Her words were sincere, warm and loving as if the woman were truly a blood relation. In Asherah's eyes, she was.

Finally she swept her gaze to the male. "I see you made your way here afterall, Doctor Bastian. A pleasure to see you again." She beamed, though her gaze was pulled to the odd thing at his feet. She had not noticed this bag when they last met. "Bastian and I met recently, as I explored and sought new wolves for the pack, Giana. It appears we have struck his interest." She said, being sure to include the other woman in her conversation. "Doctor Bastian, this is Giana; Giana, meet the good doctor. A healer would be a good addtion given our current expectant status, don't you think?" She turned her gaze to Giana, tilting her head.

She hadn't gotten to know the man much, not deeply. He was a man with a trade. The male part intrigued her for the purposes of the pack. They currently only had Ar-Khalba, they would need more. The trade too would come in handy. His devotion to Molech she wouldn't be able to say, she couldn't speak for the male or what bonds he might make with the Many Armed God. She wondered what Giana's opinion was and though her gaze hinted at the question she did not ask out loud, for it would be rude. 

Eshamun would be the deciding factor, would have to access and approve.