During her time in Moladion, she had come to understand - or at least, accept - many new viewpoints. For starters, she had begun to understand that their measure of strength and prosperity had a separate definition to the one by which she had been raised. During her time as a child, it had been her wiliness that had been praised and encouraged. From that, she had become a good sneak and hunter, her mind fixated on the skill of stealth and effeciency. Never had she learnt to underestimate others and yet, she had understood that her measure of strength had been a worthy one in the harshness of the north. All the brawn could not keep a wolf fed and all the smarts could not keep them warm. Yet, in Moladion, strength had taken on many new meanings. Even the slow could have strength; even the elderly could have it too. It was strange and yet, she had found it interesting. It had been why she had no quarells with serving wolves much older than any she had met before. In a way, she had felt more comfortable with these new definitions. It opened paths to her that had simply not existed before her arrival.

Nonetheless, she had been glad that her own strengths - and weaknesses alike - had found a place amongst others. Asteraia's Monster had been quick to show her that she had her merits and she was glad to receive the acceptance of her company; the tail wag from her leader had brought a small, albeit brief, grin to her fox-like face. It felt good to simply cooexist in that moment and she felt productive as she reached out to offer her aid to their leader; after all, she had learnt that she, too, had to help those around her remain strong.

"I shall take to the hunt very soon in that case," she had been quick to rspond to her leader's needs and yet, ishe fell silent on their need to talk. Her brows furrowed slightly, at a loss as the pair came to slow and stop.

She waited with bated breath as they paused; she remained steadfast in her posture though, having learnt to keep her uncertainties to herself. Only when Tick Tock began to speak once more did her ears lift to attention again, her yellow eyes watching her leader's demeanour with an eagle-like eagerness. Her words, after all, had certainly piqued her interest despite the darkness that shrouded them. For a moment, Starshade looked aside and into the fields beyond, furrowed once more as she thought of Eric. Her lips had become taut with thought as she slowly nodded; it had been a long time coming, after all. Not her potential promotion, no, but rather the recognition of Eric's age. He had been strong each time they had hunted and yet, no wolf could hide their age entirely. Starshade had always pondered it. He moved in a way she had not seen before and so, she had assumed that he would have easily trumped any elder she had met prior. She had been humbled though. Starshade the Fenris - she had never imagined it.

"I would not be opposed, Monster," she finally responded, her head swinging back to make eye contact then with a stout nod of affirmation, "and I should be happy to do what I can to aid in Eric's passing. I shall bring him a pheasant or two when needed if you so desire." Her voice rose slightly, an unofficial query as a brow twitched in interest. She had to wonder how their leader's perspective of death would deliver them out of this world; would she allow Eric to live out his final days well fed and warm? Or should they leave him to the bitter cold of winter? Or, perhaps - and Starshade considered it with a flick of an ear - they ought to do him a service and end it swiftly for him. The process, that was. It had been done as such in the north. The way in which she worded her offer alluded to the fact perhaps; she would be just as prepared to offer him that end if their Monster saw it fit.

For now, she pondered for a moment. And then, cautiously at first, she extended a thought; "If I am to take up such a role," she began, her eyes narrowed in thought before she continued, more confident in her approach now, "then I ought to have a singular request. I would like permissions to harness the strength of the entire pack, to call upon each and every rank beneath when the hunt calls for us. Our last hunt saw the death and disappearance of two, a fact I attribute to a lack of discipline. I would seek to change this." They needed to each be trained. Fighters, thieves, diplomats - all of them alike. If they could hunt for themselves, they could hunt for their pack mates. It was simply how she saw it.