He appears serene for the most part as he approaches behind Hani and Alani, bright eyes focused on the unfamiliar neon feline at the border. They're speaking although at the current moment he can't hear what they're saying, though he makes no effort to reach his leaders' side any quicker than he is already moving.

He doesn't want to rush to talk to anyone, in fact. He's not anti-social per say, but he doesn't know many people and he's not all too eager to know them, either; knowing people means you get involved in their drama, and he has enough of his own to last him a lifetime- it has lasted him a lifetime, seeing as he's already died once, actually.

It's as he reaches his leaders' side that he finally tunes into their conversation, and at exactly the wrong moment too, it seemed. He physically feels the hostility build in his chest, and it's quite visual too, as his ears swivel backwards and plant themselves firmly against his skull, the fur along his spine standing on end and his pupils dilating into wide circles; it's fairly evident that someone had attacked Hani and Alani, although he hadn't cared too much about the name of that person before he heard the word 'attack' and as such had failed to take it in.

"What do you mean attack?" he scoffs, his voice strained and deeper than usual, as if he's physically keeping himself from raising his voice. It's noticeable, in that moment, that he's rather protective of his leaders, which might be strange since they hadn't interacted much, although he'd probably spoken to the two of them more than any of the other members had bothered to. "Who attacked you? Why didn't you say anything?" and this time his questions are directed at Hani and Alani, brows furrowed and pulled into a taut frown, mouth slightly open as if he were scandalised.