Sunbeam Lair Home?

It was with hasty movements that she'd appeared, concerned, overall, about the well-being of her tribe. An intruder had stepped foot into her land, and so she'd not acted with her usual kindness, having demanded instead that the female leave immediately. Yet, she had not made a single move to do so. Rather, the stranger had stumbled—startled, perhaps, though never would she ask for confirmation—and then submitted. Had they been at the borders, the dragoness most likely would have insisted that she straighten herself back out so that a better quality of conversation could be achieved, but given the outsider's actions, she said nothing of it. The yearling merely stared at her, silver eyes piercing and unyielding, the ember within her chest beginning to glow as her patience ebbed away. The leader was requested, but little did the female know that she'd already met her.

"You seek acceptance here, and yet you have already shown that you are incapable of respecting the land," Asterr noted, gaze narrowing. "You will go back the way you came, I will not say it again. Situate yourself at the border, and perhaps I will then consider granting you access into my tribe." It was Draco that urged her to speak in such a demanding manner, insisting that she no longer be kind to those unable to respect their home. The lair belonged to Ryūjin—it belonged to the dragons—not the loners that felt themselves bold enough to enter the territory uninvited.