The closer she'd gotten, she more apparent it had become that, while similar in colouration, they were quite different. She was a small girl, her physique svelte, while the stranger had the bearings of a beast. Such builds were not unfamiliar to her, several of her tribe mates being the very same (perhaps even larger). There was not even a twinge of fear permitted to run along her nerves at the sight of the female, knowing better than to give into such an easily unacknowledged emotion. Instead, she looked upon the unknown being with fascination in her gaze, posture remaining neutral and body still. It was not until the other girl had turned, giving the yearling the O.K. to speak, that Asterr chose to lessen the distance between them a bit more. Though she remained a respectful distance off, still, it went from being stretched to comfortable, the ideal setting for a conversation.

"Do forgive me for my sudden approach," she began, the faintest traces of a smile gracing her maw. "But I have yet to explore this area, so when I had spotted you I had grown curious." There was a great deal of knowledge that had gathered and then been stored within her mind, but even still there was much that remained unknown to her. The woman presently before her was one of those things, earning her Asterr's interest as she was driven to conquer that which she did not know so that it might be laid to rest. There was also the matter of wishing to clear her mind, to focus on something else entirely so her troubles from back home could be eaten away by the dragon within.

"My name is Asterr Draconid," she'd announced, the hint of pride when she spoke her family's name easily detectable within her normally soft voice. "May I know your name?"

The tension is something she had picked up on, but had chosen to ignore for the time being. It confused her, at times, how one could be so skeptical of a wolf with her physical standings, but then she'd recall how appearances alone could never be used as the deciding factor. A wolf of any size and age could have been groomed into the finest of warriors, that she knew, but she was also well aware that it wasn't the case in regards to herself. She had been groomed, yes, but not to lead some grand army. Asterr was simply a scholar and a leader of peace, the results of her having been born a medium and a vessel. There was naught a single dangerous bone in her svelte body, and such was a fact she hoped to make known through body language alone.

A name is given, one she feared she might butcher if an attempt to pronounce it is made. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Thur-ah... Thurenwetheel." For a moment, her nose has scrunched up ever so slightly, similar to that of a rabbit's, as she repeated the name once more within her head. "I apologize if I have mutilated your name. It sounds like none other I have ever heard before." So many names, so many peculiar gifts of birth. They were sometimes difficult to say, her tongue unaccustomed to forming those from beyond the borders of her birth tribe. Some, however, she could grasp quite quickly. It was obvious into which category Thuringwethil's had fallen.

Moving past her problematic pronunciation, her ears perked at the other's reveal. "So it seems we are one in the same, then," the dragoness had voiced, words fading off at the end as she grew thoughtful of the situation. If neither had ever stepped foot into the territory before, then both had a reason to check things out—why not together? "If you would not be against having my company, then perhaps we could investigate this land together?" Never was Asterr one to pass up the opportunity to learn more of a specific area, and often found that doing so was better when another was there to share the same experience. "I will admit, I am also curious of what has brought you here... did the land call to you?"

Verbally, her request had gone without a response, but the physical gesture alone was all that the girl had needed. With naturally precise steps, she fell into place nearer to the other girl's side, leaving only enough room for each to be comfortable—by Asterr's standard, of course. It was easy to remain close, even when steps were once again taken, for she had never been slow. Even for as small as she was, moving was not an issue for the young dragoness. It served as helpful, too, for her attention could then better remain where it was needed, rather than having to focus upon the task of not falling behind. It was during such moments in which she felt the utmost gratitude for her elders.

The girl nodded, acknowledging and showing her understanding of the other female's words. It was further proven, then, that they really were walking a similar path. "I, too, have not seen much of the land in this direction," she'd commented. While several places across Teekon had earned a visit from her, she'd never trekked too far north. She hoped to change that, eventually, whenever she felt confident enough to leave her tribe for longer periods of time. It was, after all, her duty to protect them all.

A question was then directed her way and, seeing as her own had been answered, the yearling wasted no time in responding. "I was born within a tribe north of these lands," Asterr had voiced, beginning with her true point of origin. "Presently, I come from my tribe within the mountains that are south of here." The chieftess had yet to reveal her role within her home, seeing no point in doing so just yet. "What of you?" Her silvery gaze had slid towards Thuringwethil as the query was passed back in her direction, glancing her over for a second or two before looking forward once more. She could not place from where the girl might have come by appearances, and her scent was lost to the dragoness; she knew nothing of Sleeping Dragon, nor of the wolves that called it home.

The troubles that had been plaguing her had since been forgotten, the stranger serving as an adequate distraction. Of course, that was not the only thing the dragoness viewed her as, for doing so seemed like a terrible thing. To look upon others only with eyes that sought out that which they could be used for was something she was incapable of doing, for never before had she tried. Within her birth tribe, to be so selfish was practically a taboo, those who went against the unspoken rule being, silently, looked down upon. Being who she was and serving the purpose she did meant that Asterr was the least likely to grow so manipulative, for that particular way of thinking had been drilled into her practically since her moment of birth.

Just as the yearling had done, the other spoke first of the place she'd been born. That in itself, the story for why she'd left, was another thing that inspired curiosity, but the two had yet to reach the point at which the Draconid felt it appropriate to ask such personal questions. And so, instead, her attention was given to the response of what she had felt comfortable questioning. "If you don't mind my asking, what might the sea you were born near be like?" She had mentioned it being up north, so did that mean it was especially frigid? Frozen, even? It was a silly thought, she'd realized soon after, that an entire ocean might freeze. Such an occurrence seemed impossible, but for reasons she couldn't quite explain.

Oh, the next part of the answer. To Thuringwethil, perhaps it was nothing more than a name given for no particular reason. For Asterr, however, there had to be a more complex reason for why a place might have been bestowed with such a name. "Does a dragon reside atop your mountain?" The question was genuine, her tone of voice being enough to make that obvious. Her family's tribe had possessed a dragon—Draco, the very same that she'd been born the vessel of—and her own had also made a pact with one. They were all around, their spirits having chosen to linger long after their physical bodies had faded away, so it did not seem too far-fetched as to believe that another place within Teekon might be the home of one.

In terms of what she'd been expecting to hear, nothing could be properly placed. Asterr had seen a sea before, and knew of what might come from living so near to one, leaving little room for surprises. Even still, she'd listened, her attention having never left the other female. It was her question that was being answered, after all, and she also did not wish to come off as being impolite; the mere thought of such nearly had the voices of her teachers coming back from the past to haunt her present self. Their reprimanding words and sharp tones—she did not dislike those who'd come before her, and respected all that they had done for her, but the corrections done unto her had never been forgotten.

Rather than living within the past, Asterr focused on what was currently before her. The time for thinking of her own home would come later, once she'd safely returned to the lair and was able to curl up within her favoured clearing. "If you do not mind my asking, what threats had you faced?" It had been a curious thing to hear, really, for she would have suspected that the sea was the greatest threat. The dragon that ruled it had days in which he was most unkind, leading to destruction and the deaths of those who'd been foolish enough to dare and challenge him. Such tales had been weaved into her memory so long ago, they'd become a part of her life. Not a major piece, exactly, but enough so that she found herself wishing to hear more after having received Thurin's answer.

While the topic of the sea was not something she'd so easily drop, moving it aside for a short while was not something that she was against. A conversation regarding dragons had arisen, successfully obtaining the girl's greatest portion of thought. "May I ask how your land obtained the name 'Sleeping Dragon', then?" It was her turn, then, for her brows to knit together—only slightly, of course—in confusion. Behind names, there often lived meanings. So if not for a dragon that might live atop it, then how else could the female's home have gained such an appellation?