There is so very much about Asteraia that she does not know or does not understand; everything, in fact! Even their ranks, from what she is able to discern, differ from Spirane's own and yet, she cannot quite fathom why. Slowly, there has been more sense to it. The wolves here are different, after all, and so it seems logical that the way they manage themselves would be different. She cannot help but wonder, then, how she might fit into it all. Though she knows she must return to Spirane in due time, she is full of frivolous wonder at the prospect of belonging somewhere else. Would she become different if she lived here? Would the wolves around her become different? They are entertaining thoughts for a girl seeking, desperately, some form of entertainment.
She is distracted from those thoughts, however, when she hears another bark; it is childish like her own in tone, youthful and yet different - everything here was, right? Nonetheless, she pauses out of instinct, releasing back her own short, quiet bark in response. It is beckoning this time, more so than before, and she cannot help but wave her tail in excitable anticipation.
It takes her a moment but eventually she can see the dark girl pommelling forward; she moves different to Sila, that much is for certain, for she seems to move with purpose, and a more savage confidence. Even a child like Sila can notice such a thing and so, she pauses completely, her ears forward and eyes fixated on the girl. Never her eyes, though, always slightly above or above. She can smell the scent of the Alpha on the other child and so, she understands she must at least offer some semblance of a lower rank. Children are, after all, exempt for the most part. However, it does not change the girl's demeanour. She is intense, this stranger, and yet Sila does her best to appease to something more sensitive.
Slowly, she leans forward somewhat, extending her muzzle and sniffing curiously at the other child; it is a display of kindness, too, to investigate her very essence. She does so with a small smile, her tail offering several jittery waves before her head falls into a tilt at the girl's words. "I was brought here," she states with a small nod, softening her voice, "I was told to stay." She does not know for what purpose that might have been and yet, she was so afraid at the time that she had merely agreed. The strange woman of red and white, too, had been somewhat of a comfort. Sila was prone to sticking close to her but, ultimately, she knew her place was not here entirely.
She leaned forward a little more then, her own head ducking low as she furrows her brows. "Keep me safe from what?" Her voice is just as quiet as the other girls, but never as strange. It is not the manner in which she speaks, however, that makes her so weary but rather, what the girl seems convinced of. Protection? Sila cannot fathom why she ought to need such a thing.