The Climb

*Ásvor* · 03-06-2017, 05:50 PM

Ásvor was enjoying her return to the great north. She had forgotten just how badly she had missed these lands, and coupled with the company of her sisters she found her spirits drastically invigorated. The gods had showed her the way, finally, and for that she was infinitely grateful. Her mood was lighter than usual as she began her trek across the vast expanse of snow and ice, feeling warm despite the chilled earth below her paws. The sun was high in the sky, warming her fair coat drastically, and she reveled in its warmth.

Only briefly would she rest, before continuing on, restless to continue her trek across the field of ice. The air here was crisp and free of most scents -- save for one, which reached her after a long while and caught her attention. A stranger, though she wasn't surprised, given how little time she had been in the north since the Finnvis' return. A slight smile teased the corners of her mouth as she saw her in the distance, a massive woman with an inky black coat. She could already tell she was considerably larger than herself, as well as a bit older. Her head tilted as she sought to close the distance between them, daring to reach out for a sliver of.. something. Reaching out to strangers was the only way she'd gotten any kind of real training since Yfir and she had grown accustomed to picking at whatever tiny fragments of training she could get.

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