Sun Mote Copse Can you feel the Schadenfreude?

Giana didn't shift her position until Asherah's pawsteps came up to her side -- the woman's words brought her rusted features to smooth, and though her tail was still curled over her back, licking her lips anxiously, Gia didn't press further. Instead, a thankful rumble formed in her chest, and she turned her face momentarily from the possible threat to give her sister a nuzzle. The stranger's words and accent brought her stormy gaze back to him, and she nodded vaguely to show that while she'd heard and understood, she would be paying close attention. Not a soul would hurt a hair of anyone within these borders if the Angelo had anything to do with it. Asherah went on to explain that he was a healer, that Bastian here could help with the pups and overall health. Keeping her brooding silence, Giana shrugged lightly -- she was too mistrustful to allow someone so new around her children, but if Asherah trusted him.... Even though she never had been a social creature, she gave an attempt for the sister she stood beside. 

                                                       "Suppose we'll see how the Ekar-Aji feels about the matter. A healer would strengthen us for the Winter."


Eshamun was the next to arrive, and while Gia couldn't resist the slight prickling of protectiveness that again rose her hackles, her tail lowered in deference to the Ekar-Aji. Like with Asherah but maybe a lot more personal the Angelo turned to rub her muzzle against the shoulder of her leader -- the firebrand had to ask the question she'd demanded first, and some part of Giana was upset that though she'd been here to ask first, she could not give the information Bastian already was. There were other ways to gain the attention of Eshamun.