Thunder Dome Winter flames race the wind

Here we go~ @Jolon

The peak had quickly become her home, the ridges growing familiar beneath her paws. She valued the land she walked upon, not only for the dragon that had blessed it, but because it was hers. An official claim had yet to be made, for she was still in search of those willing to follow her lead, but even still it was already hers within her mind. No one could take it from her, nor could they enter without her knowing. She would personally scout them all out, if necessary, but greet them with neutrality. After all, while she viewed the peak and cavern has belonging to her, she knew outsiders would not see it the same way. Knowing that, she was well aware that meeting anyone with hostility would be entirely unwarranted, as well as useless. However, meeting them with a neutral air around her could prove beneficial, if she were to be capable of earning their interest in her soon-to-be home.

Nights had been spent within the safety of the cavern, though she was often met with no sleep. Instead, she'd take to further exploring the vast space, learning of it's ecosystem and making note of which places were best for slumbering. There were few places for the snow to touch down at, too, which served as an added bonus. Not only did she possess her own forest within the mountain, but it was also secluded enough to keep the winter's harshness out. Alas, despite how intrigued she was by such a discovery, it was not the center of her focus currently. In fact, she was not even within the cave, for the need to patrol the dome called to her. Asterr moved with pure grace across the ridges, the wind and clouds above hardly a hindrance. Already she'd grown used to it, and had adapted to it all in order to survive within her tribe.

With the higher levels checked out and confirmed to be free of any unwanted company, the dragon began her descent down the rocky paths, nearing the area she would eventually mark as a border of her tribe. For the time being, no concrete scent clung to the ground there, but she could still locate it with ease. Her own scent lingered there, for she'd traversed the paths plenty of times already, but that was about it. Asterr continued to walk along the worn path, her posture and senses alert. There was no way someone could approach without her noticing they were there, in which case she would greet them with a soft nod of her head.