ardent

i am teaching myself how to be free



Ásvor

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05-15-2016, 09:32 PM
Ásvor was not totally naive. She knew this wasn't the best idea in the world, but she figured it wouldn't be totally disastrous if she didn't trespass and didn't upset anyone. She wasn't planning to, but being around an unfamiliar pack and perhaps some strangers was quite intriguing to her. Naudir didn't seem quite so content to linger here though, and she frowned slightly at her sister. It was a shame that Tau hadn't been feeling well - he would be happy to be here! At least Runa didn't suggest they leave, much to her pleasure. Her sister seemed to be floating in the clouds as she spoke - something that was no surprise. She had always been only half in this world, ever since they were first born. Where her other half was, Asvor had no clue. "They must be enemies," she would agree lightly to Runa's observations. They were not Yfir, and they were not family. It was likely they did not even believe in the true gods and goddesses, which made them even more like enemies in her eyes.

She hadn't expected anyone to pick up on their scents so quickly, but before she had time to come up with the next step in her plan, a rather sizable woman was on the horizon, approaching them quickly. She didn't appear to be overly hostile, but Asvor would retract slightly, pushing closer to her siblings for moral support. "Yes," she answered her question as to whether they were exploring. "We are from Yfir." Surely she could tell - for how many wolves lived so far north? - and she had likely caught hint of their scent around these areas, since they lived so close.

Another wolf trailed after her, a younger one, and though he was older than she and her sisters, his demeanor seemed quite a bit more childlike. Her nose wrinkled as he rushed toward them, sending snow up on each side of him as he came to a sudden stop. "We're not enemies," the girl would counter, her tone sweet and laced with a hint of mischievousness, "But we could be, if you try hard enough."