Thunder Dome Here our dreams aren't made, they're won

To expect words was common, for it was the way things often worked. Individuals spoke to one another in order to leave no room for false claims based on physical presentation alone, as well as carry on with one another. She knew there existed those who were mute, whether they'd been born with an inability to speak or simply chose not to at one point or another, but even if they did not speak they could understand the common tongue. It was possible for them to take the words in and respond with their body alone just as the male had done, but something seemed different. As she observed him, the girl could not help but wonder if he'd understood at all. Having quickly come to the conclusion that words would be useless, she chose to abandon speaking all together.

It seemed almost uncivilized to converse with nothing more than the language of the body, and she could not deny that she was unfamiliar with doing so. Her tail remained pointed towards the ground, swaying gently as she kept her eyes upon the other. Asterr's posture stayed neutral, albeit leaning a bit more to the friendly side, lacking the intention to upset the other. Even so, she lowered her head in no way, the act of submitting to the seemingly older wolf viewed as unnecessary in her mind. They lingered on unclaimed land, and were simply strangers in passing. She, too, would stand her ground if the situation called for such actions to be taken. As long as the encounter remained amicable, however, she possessed no logical reason for lashing out. Still, she was somewhat wary of the male, if only because she could not speak to him as originally intended. No matter, she would make due, for determination kept her from departing the silent scene.

With slowed movements, she took a single step in Farstep's direction, pointing her muzzle in the direction of the space behind him. She was interested in the peak, however many clouds may gather over it, and curious of his potential plans in relation to it.