She was able to rest for a long while, enjoying the view from the hilltop and the serenity that seemed to cloak her like a blanket. The feeling was temporary, but enjoyable even despite how short-lived it was. Her crimson-tipped tail curled tightly around her where she lay, her paws tucked against her chest as she settled into a comfortable position. Only when she heard the approach of someone - or something - did she shift, fur bristling instinctively as she turned to locate the source of the disruption.
She was certainly a stranger, not anyone Asvor had ever encountered before. Her brows furrowed, tensing her posture as she followed her approach. 'Could I offer any assistance to you?' she asked, and Asvor considered the question for a moment. "No," the yearling concluded finally, her voice matter-of-fact, though curious. Why would a stranger offer her anything at all, especially something so.. vague? How strange. "Why?" She asked after a moment, voice softening just slightly. "What do you have to offer me?"
