Iman was usually (sort of, not really) even-tempered, or at least willing to let other gembonds pass by without being harassed, but today she had taken up her usually prowl with undisputed vigor. Her heavy footsteps crunched upon the cave's rocky floor, only occasionally broken by the soft whump as a patch of dirt broke the monotony. With a flick of one dark ear, she paused just long enough to glare at the rock that had tumbled down from the ceiling, then continued on with a saunter that was scarcely hindered by her relative youth. So far, she'd seen no one since she had crawled out of the crystalline encasement that served as a prison, though her well-developed nose told her there had been others gembonds passing through.

Currently, however, she was frightfully focused on one scent in particular. It reminded her a bit of herself, for reasons she couldn't quite place, and her irritable mood made her more than willing to go pick a fight with the only person she'd seen in several days. Crouching into a low bundle of disheveled grey-brown fur, she slunk around a corner and let out as deep a growl as she could manage, "Who are you? Do you think you can just waltz up on my property? I should have you flogged." Her voice was pitched low and threatening, but a lack of experience made Iman sound a little.. melodramatic, rather than frigid.