Sunbeam Lair And miles to go before I sleep

For many, she'd come to realize, the concept of tribes over packs was something entirely new. While both served the same purpose, more or less, Asterr would always feel as if tribes produced more familial bonds than a pack ever could—granted, never before had she served under the leader of a pack, but her views were ones that were unlikely to change either way. Expanding upon a family, building from one individual and watching the entire lot evolve with time, was something she was used to, and disinterested in abandoning. More often than not, she could understand strangers' lack of knowledge regarding the system she was so accustomed to, and so would often feel it to be her responsibility to teach them of it. Though words regarding such matters would surely come later, given, of course, that the outsider turned out to be a right fit for a life within the lair.

Directly into things the conversation had moved, a synopsis of her past being shared. It was shocking, to say the least, that one family member could bring an end to the life of another. It was due to stories of such events taking place that she felt most fortunate for having been born into a tribe, for never would someone from a tribe betray their family in such a heinous way. Those who conspired to do so had, in the past, been banished, their presence never to be welcomed back. Even in death, they were not to be granted access into the dragon's kingdom, for dishonoured were they in life, and forgotten were they in death. "You have my sincerest condolences," the yearling voiced, gentle with her speech. "To lose one's parents is an awful thing, but to lose them at the teeth of another family member is... something I cannot fathom." It wasn't right, and never would she understand what might have driven the female's uncle to commit a crime so vile. Perhaps the lust for power had driven him, but even still, she could imagine naught a single soul turning on and harming—let alone killing—someone of the same blood.

From the brief tale of her past, she'd gone on then to share with the chieftess her potential use. Prior to the land having been stripped clean, she would have requested a demonstration of the other's skills. With the land so bare and much of the prey having become scarce, however, she'd decided against it. They could not afford to let what few resources remained be driven out of their burrows indefinitely, or hunted to the point in which they were unlikely to return at all. Moderation was necessary, and asking the skills be shown would unbalance the newly established scales. Thus, rather than doing as she previously would have, Asterr asked, "How might you be with fishing?" Fish would, without a doubt, have to make up a great deal of their diets in the weeks to come, and so having those around with the ability to capture the slippery creatures would prove to be quite useful. "May I also learn your name? My own is Asterr Draconid," she'd added shortly after, rightfully curious. Names held power behind them, and so without one being given she felt as if she would be offered no true look into the life of the stranger.