Spreading Your Love From The Tip Of A Sword [AW]

Ásvor had learned disappointingly little lately. It was harder than she'd imagined to find ways to gain knowledge and education as a rogue when she had little to offer in return. She really ought to find some more hard-to-find herbs to offer up in exchange for lessons. She considered it as she walked, noting the sun had begun its descent below the horizon, and night would soon be upon her. The river offered some vegetation, but not much.. nothing she'd seen thus far seemed remotely useful. Flowers seemed to be the best bet in terms of herbs but experimenting with them wasn't something she was totally comfortable with.

A slight frown etched its way onto the girl's lips as she examined the plants growing by the riverside, but she found nothing of interest. The red-furred tip of her tail twitched in mild irritation as she trudged onward. Her pale blue gaze followed the flow of the river, watching the water twist and turn around corners and over rocks, fluid and effortless. A brief breeze rustled her fur, sending a shiver down her spine as the scent of a stranger touched her nose. Hmmmm. Her pace increased, winding down the river's edge as an unfamiliar form appeared in her vision. Curious, and wanting to know who this wolf might be, she aimed to close the distance between them, the look on her face determined and curious.