Ásvor wasn't quite sure what to do with herself lately. The yearling was grateful, at least, that she'd gotten a small healing lesson. It wasn't much, but it was something to work with at least. She'd taken a bit of the salvia that the woman in the caverns had found, and she'd enjoyed its effects. Still.. she didn't know how much was too much and, since she was alone most of the time, the last thing she needed was to take too much. She shivered at the thought as she rounded one of the hills in this strange place, panting just slightly as she neared the peak of it.
This terrain was unusual, and she was hoping she'd find something entertaining soon. It was strange that she hadn't seen any of her family for this long. It wasn't a pleasant thought, but she'd never been raised to be dependent on them anyway. She slowed her pace, struggling to catch her breath from the short hike as she looked out across the hills. This particular one had been a good find, and provided a good vantage point. She was thoughtful as she peered out over the uneven landscape, searching for anything that might be even mildly interesting on this cool winter day. It was nothing like the north, not at all - had it even snowed yet? She'd only seen a few brief bouts of snowfall, and it had melted almost as quickly as it had hit the ground.
Lyre was rather uncomfortable in this northern continent. It was much different than hers in more than one way. The weather was bizarre, the wolves believed in claiming the lands, none of it was right for her. But if Mithras was on an adventure, she would go on her own. She would study the life style of these wolves and who knows, she could find herself living amongst them for years.
She shivered in these breezy hills. She wasn't one for the winter to begin with and she was stuck with this? Just as she was relaxed and curled into herself, she spotted a female along in the distance. Being the friendly wolf she is, she rose from her temporary resting place between some hills and started to approach her.
"Exuse me ma'am!" She shouted kindly, "Could I offer any assistance to you?"
She was able to rest for a long while, enjoying the view from the hilltop and the serenity that seemed to cloak her like a blanket. The feeling was temporary, but enjoyable even despite how short-lived it was. Her crimson-tipped tail curled tightly around her where she lay, her paws tucked against her chest as she settled into a comfortable position. Only when she heard the approach of someone - or something - did she shift, fur bristling instinctively as she turned to locate the source of the disruption.
She was certainly a stranger, not anyone Asvor had ever encountered before. Her brows furrowed, tensing her posture as she followed her approach. 'Could I offer any assistance to you?' she asked, and Asvor considered the question for a moment. "No," the yearling concluded finally, her voice matter-of-fact, though curious. Why would a stranger offer her anything at all, especially something so.. vague? How strange. "Why?" She asked after a moment, voice softening just slightly. "What do you have to offer me?"
Lyre would pay no attention the the girl's age. It held no importance to her that she was a yearling and out on her own. That was relatively normal for the age, but Lyre believed that the entire planet was a home ground for everyone. So she had no interest for her being younger.
Tail lowered slightly as the stranger's fur bristled, not really meaning to frighten her. She had approached rather abruptly and didn't realize how intruding she was. "Sorry." She stated in response. Her head titled to the girl's question. Usually it was a yes or no, I'll hang out or F- you I'm leaving. Lyre let out slowly at first, "Well, I have nothing on myself that I can offer." then a small curve at the corners of her maw, "Though I can help you with something like..." she thought for a moment, "A hunt, or a herb, or I could just walk away and act like I never saw you." Now realizing how awkward the situation was, Lyre would only blurt that out for fun. Though if this is what the girl desired, she wouldn't hold her against it.
Asvor's demeanor shifted, and quite suddenly. She'd been annoyed at first by the woman's sudden approach - and her odd question had made her stop and pause. But she shifted quickly to something more like amusement as she watched the woman, her own posture guarded as she moved to rise to all fours, as though ready to flee at a moment's notice. She had grown used to being on her own, now, and she never knew when she might have to flee. This woman's intentions were as unknown to her as anything else in the world.
She offered some suggestions, and Asvor wondered if she'd been taken aback by her response. "What sort of herbs?" She'd ask, interjecting sharply at the prospect of learning more. It was difficult to get the sort of training she really wanted, being a rogue and all - she had to grab on to bits of knowledge she found wherever she could, even if it meant risking something to do it. She was reminded suddenly of her meeting with Roekia, and wondered if she could impress this woman as much as she had her. At least she'd seemed impressed, if Asvor had to judge. "I'm.. studying herbs," she explained after a moment, a small hint of a smile tugging at one side of her mouth. "My name is Asvor Finnvi, by the way." Her voice held a more pleasant air now; she was willing to be more friendly and docile if it meant she got something out of his encounter.. and she was, after all, but a yearling. How could Lyre say no?