Emberwood i don't every time get what i want

The famine had been mentioned, ears having perked atop her head so as to not allow for any words to slip by unheard. It was not a pleasant memory, for she'd been forced to watch her tribe suffer for quite some time back then. However, the stranger had been correct with her musings; the bark of the aspen trees had provided for them the nutrients that were necessary to continue moving. On occasions in which the fishing had not been beneficial, towards the trees she'd turned, borrowing from their essence so that her life hadn't been made to end. Now that everything had returned to normal, however, it was rare for her to partake in the eating of anything other than prey. Never did the knowledge fade from her mind, though, lingering just in case it might be needed again.

Towards her, the woman had turned, and Asterr took a moment to look the other over. She was shorter, but only slightly, and stocky. Rare had she discovered it to be for her path to cross with someone close to her own size, many within her home being large enough to tower over her. From the unknown body her gaze was pulled, directed towards a face so that she might not be impolite. The greeting was returned silently, a slight nod of her head having been used to get her point across. Followed had that been by a name, which the dragoness was glad to have received. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Banner," the girl voiced. "My name is Asterr." She knew not that the other was acquainted with Menta, for had she such knowledge, surely she'd have gone on to ask if the pale woman had been spotted recently. Knowing nothing of her former member's travels, however, she'd asked, "Are you familiar with this area?"