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Asterr Draconid. It sounded quite exotic, though the Ridge wolf did not question its meaning. Such conversations usually lead to how her family insisted on naming their children after forms of music and notes – something she was almost certain she would not do to her own children, should she ever bear any.
 
“No,” she responded, her gaze trailing to the direction Farstep had drifted. “But he is the most loyal pack member we have,” she mused quietly, giving her slender muzzle a shake before her gaze drifted back to the swarthy female. There was a moment of pause from the regal – the debate as to whether she should invite yet one more female competitor in to their ranks. Asterr seemed young as well – but all of these yearlings would also age rather quickly.. and be in a certain prime.
 
“Are you just passing through?” Hesitant, still, to relay an invitation just yet, she directed the conversation to gauge more insight upon the stranger.