A few days had passed since her last visit to the broken girl she'd taken to mending, but it was not of a major concern. Physically, she'd improved considerably, and Asterr was certain that no further treatment would be necessary. Her lack of speech had continued to cause worry within the yearling, but she'd eventually grown used to it, accepting it as a new norm. Even still, she often wondered what the cause behind her silence was, but could never bring herself to look further into it. No, in her mind, doing so might only cause the both of them a great deal of stress, and such was something she'd wished not to do. Thus, the silence was accepted and rarely questioned, and words were carefully picked so that any responses could be given and understood. Lunae very well could have turned the dragoness into an expert of yes-or-no questions.

Asterr had been nestled beneath the canopy of an oak tree when a howl awoke her, the voice unrecognizable. Never before had she heard the other girl's voice, after all, and so she'd had no way of knowing right off the bat. The lack of recognition didn't really matter, of course, for she understood immediately that it was a summoning howl; her presence at the borders was being requested, and by an outsider. That had motivated her to wake fully and shake free her coat of any lingering debris, before setting out in the direction the call had come from. Her pace was moderate, body still waking up with each step taken, but she saw no issue with that. If the assumed stranger was unable to wait, then that would alert the chieftess to one of their less desirable traits. In part, her pace was the result of a plan, but it was also partially due to her having woken up only moments prior.

When the girl had finally gotten close enough to see the one that had called her, the ears atop her crown were quick to perk up. Even her expression seemed to brighten, though within there lingered a hint of concern. Had something happened? The rest of the distance between them was then closed as soon as possible, and an opportunity was taken to observe the other's body language. There was submission within the way that she stood, bringing forth a single question: "Have you come to join us?"

A nod, confirmation of her intentions for having called the chieftess. By then, Asterr knew well that the other could only respond to yes-or-no questions, which made the next part difficult. Normally, when speaking to a potential recruit, a series of queries would be presented, few of which were able to be answered by a nod or shake of the head. Needing to adjust the next section of their meeting, Asterr fell silent, a thoughtful expression scrawled across her face. While she'd said nothing, it was made clear by appearance alone that she was considering how she might word her next questions, having to think of a way that would allow for the other to answer. It was not as simple as one might expect it to be, having to mend together some sort of makeshift style of questioning. Clearly, the girl was not a questioner for polygraph tests.

"Have you given any thought towards what you might like to do while with us?" she began. "Any trades you have considered pursuing?" She knew not yet how she might go about figuring out exactly which trades, if any, the girl was most interested in. Perhaps a game of charades would be in order, or some other method would need thought up. It would be a slight struggle, if only because conversing with a mute was still so new to her.

As she'd been awaiting a response from the darkling, another presence had made herself known. Sorrel was there, carrying along chamomile between her jaws, and had addressed the leading figure right away. A glance was offered to her, but Lunae held the larger portion of her attention, still. The words, however, had served as a reminder that the ember was still in need of more lessons, for the proper technique for storing away the various plants had not yet been taught. With that in mind, her muzzle tilted in the younger's direction, observing her for a brief moment before speaking. "I will teach you how to properly store everything at a later date," she'd stated, her words direct so that she might be able to focus entirely upon the mute once more. "For now, please wait." She'd said nothing of how the outsider could not speak, as it'd gone over her head entirely. Having been seeing the unnamed girl for so long, she'd forgotten that others might not be aware of her silence.

"You have my attention once again," Asterr voiced, the words directed towards Lunae. "Let me know of what trades you might be interested in. If you must act it out, that is fine." She'd smiled, then, silently offering some moral support. How difficult it must be, going through life unable to be truly heard. But, in a way, perhaps the lack of words was for the better. A body's natural reactions could tell no lies, but a mouth could. As she'd thought that, a problem came to mind, one of which she could not solve right away. "If you can think of any way to do so, I would appreciate it if you could give your name." Or a name, if there was no way of acting out her current one.

Asterr observed as the other seemed to begin drawing in the dirt, her lines shaky, but it was suspected that the point would be gotten across. While she'd worked on that, the chieftess had looked to the small ember, silently dismissing her—a request the younger wolf had then honoured. It was a matter that was meant to be settled between the yearling and the one she'd previously been looking after, something that did not demand any outside parties getting involved. Surely, yes, a time would come in which the tribe would need to meet her, but it was not yet that time. To wait for that they must, as the darkling had yet to even be officially accepted in. Honestly, it was doubtful that she'd be turned away, but even still, such situations needed to go through the correct channels so as to ensure favouritism was never suggested.

When the drawings had been completed and the female welcomed to view them, she'd wasted no time in working to interpret their meanings. The leaf, which had first caught her attention, could imply several things. Medic, botanist, toxicologist... Really, there was no proper way in which she could properly narrow it down, so she'd chosen to go with the only one she felt could be assumed. "An interest in plants, yes? I am sure you would make a fine botanist," she'd voiced, offering a smile before glancing to the other scribble. It appeared to be a crescent, and given the time between when that one was made and the first, she'd assumed it to be related to the girl's name in some way. How, though, she did not know for sure. "Moon?" the dragoness questioned. "Crescent? Are either of those your name?" Truthfully, never would she be able to guess the other wolf's given name.

A in her body language had not been made, nor her expression altered, that might suggest Asterr had been incorrect in her assumption that the girl was interested in botany. Such a skill would most definitely be beneficial to the tribe, especially when it came to teaching those who were also interested in plants and their usages—of course, that was assuming the darkling already had some knowledge on plant life, and would not need any lessons for herself, first. If that wasn't the case, however, Asterr would not be against teaching her, though her own specialty did not revolve around plants as a whole just yet. She was a herbalist at heart, after all, and so the majority of her knowledge revolved around herbs with medical properties, rather than flora as a whole. Thus, the chieftess smiled, content with the answer she'd been given; it was more that she was content with the response she'd assumed, actually, if one wished to be technical.

When the moon had been brought into question, it'd seemed to have gotten a physical response out of Lunae. "Moon, yes? A lovely name," she'd said, once more growing content with how well things appeared to be going. Even if 'Moon' was not her legitimate name, it was clear that it was close enough to be acceptable, and that was all the dragoness could hope to acquire from the muted girl. "I am certain you are eager to complete this so that you might rest, but I have but a single question more for you to answer." The interest the girl was believed to hold was enough to satisfy the young leader, as was the fact that she'd not given up with answering despite the troubles faced. A willful girl she was, the type Asterr would enjoy having within her ranks. "Will you give to us your loyalty? Both the tribe as a whole and myself as an individual?" the yearling would ask, falling silent directly after as she observed the potential member. The demeanor exhibited was watched closely, as was her head in preparation for a nod or a shake.

Naught but a blink of an eye, and the younger was nodding. Acceptance of the conditions had been exhibited, earning from the dragoness her approval. The darkling, though mute and young still, showed promise from the start; ever since she'd survived her presumed encounter with a bear—even still, Asterr had no confirmation that it'd been a bear, but scents didn't lie. Thus, the distance between them was closed, the yearling's comportment cordial and open, an air of acceptance about her. Once close enough, she'd gently pressed her muzzle to Moon's shoulder, allowing it to linger there for a second longer than necessary before pulling away. "With your loyalty given, I welcome you into Ryūjin, Moon" she'd stated, smiling all the while as she looked upon the other. It still brought her joy to see that she had healed, and well enough, too, to be up and moving effortlessly.

Directly after, the girl stepped to the side, motioning for the other to cross the threshold into the tribe's claim. "For the time being, please make sure you are familiarizing yourself with the lair. I am sure you will make for yourself a family here." With that, the dragoness would begin walking, moving forward with the belief that she was being followed. Through the territory the other would be led if she were to follow, being shown the water source and the like, before being left to rest near to the heart of their claim.