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It often came as no surprise when loners were a bit standoffish, for many possessed reasons not to trust others. Never had she spoken with someone who was curious of why the petite girl had not attacked them, though, especially over something as trivial as their subspecies. In her mind, it mattered little the colours of one's coat or the places from which they'd originated. What mattered were their ideals, their way of living and the morals they held close to their hearts. Such things were important, for they provided insight as to what type of wolf they were. "I would never attack a stranger," she revealed. "Especially not over something as simple as what type of wolf they might be." Out in the world, did there exist wolves who would actually do something like that? She certainly hoped not.

The stranger's posture had changed quickly, going from bristled fur to a relaxed posture. Even her face began to sport a smile, making the yearling wonder what kind of thoughts swam through her mind. What were her intentions, her reasoning? "It is quite alright," Asterr said, deciding not to pursue any answers. "My name is Asterr Draconid. If you must speak, then please do so." The request had come so suddenly, the dragoness could not deny that she was curious.