Thunder Dome Do or do not, there is no try

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Asterr had recently returned from a journey, one of which that had not bore the fruit she'd sought. The masked yearling was a ghost, haunting her mind ever so faintly, but just enough to leave her questioning his whereabouts. He had turned down her offer so long ago, the chance to have a home of his own and be able to thrive through the winter; it was something she was still rather taken aback by. Was it not instinctual, if anything, to seek out a group larger than oneself during the onset of the frozen months? Did it not make sense to do so? There were so many things she understood, so much knowledge she possessed, and yet the nameless male's actions still managed to leave her feeling stumped.

All thoughts centered around his existence, the scenarios that had been clouding her mind, were brushed away by a simple sound. Though there was a meaning within it, the sound itself was merely a recognizable noise—someone had arrived seeking refuge within her home. She abandoned the idea of retrieving her previous thoughts, deciding it best to leave them to fester for the time being. Presently, her attention was needed elsewhere, and so she'd began her hike down from the peak she'd claimed (more or less) as her personal space for thinking. Her destination was none other than the borders, of course, to which she was rather quick to reach.

Standing beyond her tribe's claim was a male, his coat appearing to have been made from alabaster, save for the dusting of soot along his dorsal. He was larger than herself, though that wasn't the least bit surprising, and finely built. In battle, there was no denying the advantage he would hold over her, yet her steps remained absent of hesitation as she drew closer. As of late, she'd been surrounded by males his size and larger, leaving little room for skepticism. She'd even placed herself directly across from him before stopping, however not even a single, filed nail had passed over the boundaries of her claim. The girl stood with an amicable yet neutral posture, her trail raised only to signify her place as the chieftess. "Hello," she offered, voice soft but without giving the impression that she was of timid nature. "What is your reasoning for having summoned me?" The words were smooth, pitch even, but the fact that she expected a serious answer was undeniable.