Sun Mote Copse Can you feel the Schadenfreude?

Giana's nuzzle earned an affectionate rumbled from Asherah's chest as she returned the gesture. She adored the closeness of her sisters, the true family way of the pack. She noted that Giana relaxed some at her words about the male, but also saw that she did not ease completely. That was good. Though she had spoken with the male before, she could not claim to know his soul. He would be watched if he did make it within the pack, and though she was smiles and sweetness, she too would be wary of letting him near her young. Ar-Khalba, even, would have to tread carefully.

Asherah grinned at the male's greeting, listening with interest as his accent twisted familiar words to new sounds. "Certainly." Asherah replied to Giana's words, nodding. "Eshamun will give her verdict, and likely watch for sometime if it is a positive one. He will be as Ar-Khalba though." She said this with a gentle look to her sister, her voice soft so that only the woman might hear. He would come only when summoned and would not impose himself on the sisters. Such was the way. Giana had no reason to interact if she did not want to.

Eshamun was greeted with a wave of her tail and a warm and welcoming nuzzle. The man spoke for himself and Asherah nodded. "We spoke only briefly of Molech, and I did not explain all of our intricacies and differences. I knew you would be better to shed light on that, though he knows we live differently from other packs, that we follow Molech." She wanted Eshamun to know what must be covered with the male, so that her leader did not think him better informed. Asherah would not be hurt if he were denied entrance, though a part of her hoped she had successfully drawn in another male.