Catch more flies with honey

The yearling's gaze glimmered with amusement she was incapable of hiding. It wasn't often she found herself around wolves so young - she found that older wolves often were set in their ways and less likely to believe the things she tried to tell them. Perhaps this girl might just believe her monster stories. They weren't so far off from the truth, really. Her lips twitched again in a smile at Ashelynn's jumpy reaction to her demonstration. She stood her ground, though, and continued to listen to Asvor's words, which pleased the older girl.

Only when asked about her mother did the girl falter. She appeared visibly uncomfortable. Her mother was gone then, she concluded. Was she dead? Asvor's jaw clenched as she considered it. Still, Ashelynn tried to seem bigger than she was - eliciting a soft laugh from her throat. "Alright, you're not that little. What's your name, then?" The girl seemed fiery enough to survive on her own, which she appreciated - and she wanted to know more, now, too.