Sunbeam Lair narrow stairs

I have permission to skip Avannon.
Also, last post from me~ ^^

A tale was told, one that revealed a bit of the outsider's past and how she had come to be there before the chieftess. She'd departed from her place of birth, just as Asterr had done, but quickly was it noted how they'd not done so for the same reasons. Yet, the other's choice was taken just as seriously as she'd taken her own, for it was not out of unreasonable desires that she'd left. No, it had been for a sort of comfort that had, apparently, not been acquirable from wherever she'd come. To fit in was her wish, but it was unknown whether such would be able to be provided for her within the lair. No matter, the dragoness kept quiet, believing rather strongly that chances were worth taking. There would be no danger in letting her enter the tribe, nor would there be in observing if she were to settle in nicely—there, the girl stopped herself, realizing that she had drifted ahead. Not yet had a decision even been made on whether or not the female would be allowed to join them, but there she'd been, wondering of the future already. The thoughts were cast aside soon after such a realization had been made, for there could be no space left opened for biased notions. Rather, the yearling needed to keep her mind clear of all clutter, and focus only on the factual positives and negatives.

For neither side were the decisions able to be considered light, the girl noticed. Though her own choice had been made a bit easier after having been assured that it was, truly, only a home that was sought. There were no ulterior motives floating around within Menta's mind, but a clear desire for a place that could be called her own. A home filled with other beings that could serve as her family, her friends, and, of course, accept her for the wolf that she is. "I will believe you," Asterr had finally said. "If it is a home that you seek, an area in which you may find your place in, then I welcome you into Ryūjin." Before the final word had even left her mouth, the lithe individual was moving forward on light feet, nearing the woman's side and then touching the newest recruit's shoulder gently with her muzzle. It was the way in which everyone was welcomed officially, the touch, though so simple, representing trust. "I hope that it is here that you may be able to feel as if you truly belong." With that, the dragoness turned, swinging her head slowly—invitingly. The lair was now Menta's home, too, and so she'd be welcome to come and go as she so very well pleased.