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The way in which the tribe operated, with each member being just as important and equal to the next, was something not often known by the newer members. This the Chieftess had come to realize long ago, and therefore was no longer surprised by it. So, as the girl’s posture began to display submission, Asterr simply smiled and gave a slow shake of her head. “You need not make yourself appear to be any less of an individual when we are together,” she stated, her voice soft despite the corrective nature of her words. A smile tugged at the corners of her maw, the expression simple but not, brought on by thoughts of life and the dominant-submissive battle. “You are welcome,” she said shortly after. “I will always arrive when you call for me, just as I will for each and every other member of this tribe.” It was her duty as their leader, as well as something that she happened to take joy in doing.

Well, she was, much to the dragoness’ relief. Often did she worry for those that are new to the lair, curious to see whether they settle or find themselves unable to call it their home. “I, too, am well,” was her response, her eyes gleaming with silent joy. “Are you settling in well?” Although wishing, still, to hear the reason behind her having been summoned, Asterr held back from pushing the matter. She would wait, play through the basic pleasantries, and see if the topic might be brought up by Anouke herself.

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