You're a masterpiece

Asvor as she approached gave the impression of a young fox uncertain if they moved toward their own doom, though she greeted Katja politely and with a smile. Katja dropped her head to run her muzzle soothingly along her daughter's skull. "There is no need to look as though you approach your execution, Asvor," she rumbled. "I have not called you to punishment, or I would hope you would not consider it a punishment to spend time with your mother, hmm?" She settled herself down on her belly, inviting Asvor to her side. "Perhaps you would like to take a lesson today? Or would a story be more to your liking?" she prodded gently, seeking to reveal what Asvor might take an interest in that could be shaped further.