Thunder Dome Winter flames race the wind

A trek that had begun in silence was destined to end with noise, as was revealed by the sound of a voice nearby. She'd heard the undeniable clacking of nails against rock before the words had even reached her ears, but had paid it little mind. If someone were to close the distance she would have responded accordingly, but without the sight of another she'd remained relaxed and focused on her task at hand. The voice, however, had her abandoning her task, interest piqued by whoever had come calling. She was intrigued, not only because someone had called out despite the lack of an official claim, but also by the cold tone of whoever'd done it. For those who could not muster up even the slightest bit of warmth when speaking, there was bound to be a story to them that usually went unheard. No matter, she did not fret, and instead turned and started off in the direction from which the voice had come.

When the stranger came into view, she did not close the distance between them immediately. Her nose raised against the wind and took in his scent, learning his gender—male—as well as that he was alone. The scent of a pack did not cling to his person, which came as a small relief. With carefully placed steps, she then grew closer to him, but was sure to stop at a decent length away. Asterr's pale gaze trailed over him, taking in his physical condition as well as his appearance. They were similar in colour, she'd discovered, but aside from that they were entirely different. The male was large, built with muscle and an unquestionable strength, while the yearling was slender and the epitome of grace. His eyes were cold, silently telling that he'd been through a lot, whereas hers held a hidden wisdom far beyond her years. If it came down to it, she knew she would stand no chance against the man in a duel, so for the time being her posture remained neutral, signifying that she was of no threat.

"May I ask why you called out to the wind?" she inquired, a gleam of curiosity shining through her gaze. Depending on how the male was to react to her appearance would signal to her whether or not he'd be worth keeping around—or, rather, telling of her tribe. While she knew, deep down, that she could not afford to be picky, the look of the man had her desiring to be just that. There were perks to his being, for he could serve as an excellent warrior, but the unknown aspects of what he'd experienced and how he would act had her wary of allowing him around Leo. Silently, she awaited his response, though her eyes never left his face. She would continue to watch in silence, looking for anything that might make her disinterested in speaking with him any further.