Blacktail Deer Plateau Will of the dragon

A sense of unease remained in the air, much to the girl's displeasure. She could not understand fully why some chose to remain wary even after it'd been proven she was of no threat to them, but never did she question it. Some were more cautious than others, she knew, and it was a trait she could view as practical. After all, liars existed within the world, actors trained in the art of conning those around them. The existence of creatures like such are who she blamed for the universal wariness of strangers, as they were the ones to cause harm and trouble. No matter, the world could not exist without them, so she simply had to deal with how each being she met reacted to an unknown. She looked to the bright side of the situation, the fact that he didn't look as if he was preparing to hightail it out of there. That was something, at least.

The dragon was patient as she awaited the male's name, for it had not been given immediately. Again, it was something she could understand, for some were not keen on sharing any information on themselves with strangers. Eventually, however, it was given, though it sounded as unfamiliar to her as he found hers to be. Not even the surname struck a cord of recognition, which wasn't a huge surprised considering she'd only been in Teekon for a short time. Nevertheless, she stored the new information away in her mind, inwardly rolling his given name over in her mind. It would, no doubt, sound strange if she were to speak it, and so she held back for the time being. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," the yearling voiced, her words followed by a soft smile.

Asterr's previous suspicions were confirmed as she was informed of the other's origins, which were not of the land they currently resided in. "This winter must feel like summer to you, then, yes?" Her tribe had been a little ways north, but something told her he hailed from a place far beyond that which she'd ever traveled. "Still, it is the coldest months for the natives," the girl began, her tone leaving little imagination to what was about to follow. "There will be a lack of food, surely, so I wonder if you are perhaps in search of a home here? A group fares better than an individual." Little was known of the male, but intuition led her to feel comfortable offering him a place within her tribe-to-be. The scars that marked him were believed to be from battles alone, which presented the notion in her mind that he was a warrior of some sort. Though peace was expected of her home, it could never hurt to have those capable of battle in their midst. It didn't hurt, nor overly effect her offering, really, that he wasn't exactly hard on the eyes. Though outward appearance mattered little to her, she found herself hoping he would at least be intrigued by the idea of her offer.