'You don't recognize them?' Her face scrunched up slightly as her eyes narrowed, getting a better look at them. Truthfully it was hard to tell creatures that weren't wolves apart for her, especially ones with similar features. But after a moment of examination and reflection she realized Naudir was right, and she found herself smirking. "You're right! I don't think I looked at them much when I was younger," Ásvor commented, amusement bubbling forth in her voice at the sudden realization. "They reminded me of food, I think, and I wasn't sure Inga would appreciate me making a snack of her friends. Though it seems they're far more useful than that for you." Having friends to scout ahead, far faster than Naudir could, sounded like quite the tool to have around. She eyed Bathazaar as he hopped toward her, letting out a soft chuckle.
She felt an infinite weight fall from her shoulders at the easy way she and Naudir bantered. "We just have to make sure they're someone without any friends or family that'd come looking for them, and certainly not a pack wolf," Ásvor decided, briefly considering the idea. It was an amusing idea to entertain, even if it never came to fruition. "Or maybe we could trade the services of your friends for some herb lessons. They scout out some prey for someone and in turn, they give us some of their knowledge." Between the two of them, and hopefully more of their family, they could start building a cache of knowledge quickly enough. She even found the idea of having a pack to call home again creeping into her head, finding solace in the possibility of their whole family being together again as in their younger days.
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