A hunt! How exciting. It had been quite some time since she'd spent time with her siblings, and this would be their first large hunt together. A smile toyed at Asvor's lips as her mother's howl rang out across the lands, and the the glee that filled her chest was difficult to contain, and she tried to refrain from joining in on the song. Scrambling to her paws, she shook her coat off quickly before heading in the direction of the gathering. Her pace was rather aimless, her paws clambering over rocks and vegetation, her mind drifting off in a million directions as he approached.
She was far from the first to arrive, though this fact hardly bothered her. The red-furred healer was already there, the one that made those strange drinks that she and her brothers weren't allowed to try. Tau and Naudir were already here, and she flashed each of them a grin in turn before her attention shifted to Lyndvarr. She didn't know him well, but she knew he was family, and family was always first. After a moment of thought, she moved to sit at his side, expression wavering somewhere between curious and mischievous. "Excuse me," she said softly, not wanting to bring attention to herself - and straining to be as polite as possible, rather than demanding. "You know stuff about herbs, right? Do you think you could teach me sometime?" If it was a stranger, she would've probably demanded it, but he was a packmate and family. She had to try to be nice. Her gaze would briefly fall back on her mother, not wanting to interrupt the meeting.
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