Sunbeam Lair the calm on my face, does not match the inside.

It was the scent of this female that revealed she was not of the mountains. It was not familiar in any way, and for a brute who had roamed here since the mild winter, he was certain he knew most scents. Though anyone could change. Perhaps her shaky yet strong legs could get used to the uneven terrain of these tops, just like his had in the first few weeks. Now he walked here like a lost king, completely devoted to his home, his ember, and the dragoness that could spit fire like no other.

Speak of the dragoness, and she would arrive, or so Jolon believed. In the corner of his eye he could see Asterr creeping up, and he adjusted his tail to be lower than hers out of mere respect. Now it hung somewhere in between the tail of the loner and the dragoness, powerful yet respectful. He guessed that kind of described them a bit in these situations. Though Asterr was there, she did not speak, which was a shame since she had a beautiful voice. He just wanted to touch her shoulder with his muzzle, like they had on the first day they had met, but his actions were interrupted by the sweet voice of the pale girl. Not all of his questions were answered, nor was she good at promoting herself, but Jolon wasn't one to only say things once.

Terribly sorry to ask again, but your name? He spoke again in a tone he was sure Asterr knew all to well by now. It was his business voice, one he used at borders when a loner wanted to join. His pale gaze drifted to his leader, and he bowed his neck so that his muzzle touched her shoulder. Oh, how that little gesture brought back memories. After, he turned to face the new, nameless face again.