All she had seen of this land was cold and ice. Fitting for her she thought, fitting for the true heir of Sogagi, if that was really what she was. Her family had most likely died believing it, but then they had always been weak. She walked between two glaciers, her bent tail swaying listlessly as the chilled wind caressed her large form. She could get used to this, maybe forge a small den out of frost and ice from the glaciers surrounding her. It would be a treacherous journey to reach her and she would be able to see anyone who dared to challenge her for miles. More importantly, once she returned to her way of thieving and fighting, anyone who tried to run her down would face the perils the glacier had to offer. Her lips pulled back over her deep purple gums in a sneer. It was more than good, it was perfect. She continued to move between the glaciers, waiting for the passage to narrow so she could make her climb. text "Talk"

Ásvor was enjoying her return to the great north. She had forgotten just how badly she had missed these lands, and coupled with the company of her sisters she found her spirits drastically invigorated. The gods had showed her the way, finally, and for that she was infinitely grateful. Her mood was lighter than usual as she began her trek across the vast expanse of snow and ice, feeling warm despite the chilled earth below her paws. The sun was high in the sky, warming her fair coat drastically, and she reveled in its warmth. Only briefly would she rest, before continuing on, restless to continue her trek across the field of ice. The air here was crisp and free of most scents -- save for one, which reached her after a long while and caught her attention. A stranger, though she wasn't surprised, given how little time she had been in the north since the Finnvis' return. A slight smile teased the corners of her mouth as she saw her in the distance, a massive woman with an inky black coat. She could already tell she was considerably larger than herself, as well as a bit older. Her head tilted as she sought to close the distance between them, daring to reach out for a sliver of.. something. Reaching out to strangers was the only way she'd gotten any kind of real training since Yfir and she had grown accustomed to picking at whatever tiny fragments of training she could get. "Talk" "You" Think

She froze, one paw lifted close to her chest as the female approached her. What was this now? Another god? No, far too small, and lacking the stench of the yearling she had come across earlier. “Who goes there?” She hissed, lips raising to show her black gums and white teeth. She wouldn’t raise her hackles just yet, but clearly this place hadn’t been as desolate as she once believed. She would have to clear out the riff raff before she could settle in and enjoy her new home, but if all of them were as small as the girl approaching her that wouldn’t prove to be too difficult. She stood her ground, blazing eyes fixed on the approaching female, anticipating some form of greeting. The girl was young, not much younger than her but still young enough to be passably naïve. “Come no closer.” She barked, head tipping down, lips raised and jaws parted to display her horrible fangs, fangs that had at one time driven fear into the hearts of others, but here were simply as anonymous as herself. text "Talk"

Ásvor supposed she had been fairly lucky thus far in life, as most wolves she met seemed to tolerate her pleasant, if not downright enjoy it. Wolves, after all, were social creatures and she found rogues enjoyed a break from the monotony of everyday existence. This one, however, seemed less impressed. She watched as the larger female's lips curled back to reveal her teeth, her face contorting into an aggravated expression. Though unused to the hostility, Ásvor's lips quirked in a faint smile. "Why the hostility?" The girl called out, her voice dripping with the sweetness of youth. "My name is Ásvor Finnvi." The world was quiet after she spoke, save for the gentle clicking of nails against ice as she took a few steps closer. She was still a far ways out from the stranger, surely far enough to flee if it proved necessary. After a moment she tilted her head, staying still when the stranger commanded her to come no closer. Every bone in her body begged her to retaliate -- why was it that being told to do something made her want to do the opposite? She teetered on her paws unsteadily, though her smile remained. "Do you claim these lands as your own? I smelled no pack's markers here, hence my... intrusion." She placed a particular emphasis on the last word, exaggerated as though she didn't quite believe she was intruding at all. Her question was an innocent enough one, but she hoped it would give her some insight into this woman's mindset.