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

Ásvor was grateful that Valdís was more aware of the weather than she was. Though she'd known that night was rapidly falling, she hadn't been as aware of the darkening skies and the possibility of approaching storms. Surely she would have been fine searching for a makeshift shelter of her own, but having a real den to sleep in was far more enjoyable and definitely safer.

Her grin brightened as Valdís verified what she had realized about her name, pleased that she was right. "Well, it's a lovely name," she admitted, though her gaze returned to the work they had left to do. "It seems we come from similar cultures, I'd guess. I've heard stories of the same goddess, if you mean Freyja?" She was in many of the stories her mother had told them of, and if she knew of any of those gods she wasn't surprised she knew of Freyja. It was a nice thought, that she might be watching over Valdís. She'd never been told of any gods that watched over her family, though it was hard to imagine them not having some interest in the Finnvi blood.

She frowned slightly when asked what her name meant. "I don't know if it means anything," Ásvor admitted with a slight shrug.   "Though I know Vör is the goddess of wisdom, so that's something." She didn't know if her name was directly related, but it was a pleasant thought nonetheless.

Amusement danced in her gaze was it lifted again as Valdís assured her she wasn't sent here to tempt her. "I'm fairly certain that's what a goddess would say, by the way, but I'll take your word for it," she said, chuckling quietly. Loki surely would have refused such claims if he'd been outed when he'd been disguised as Þökk, she thought as she mused over the story quietly. It was refreshing to be around similar company, and she regretted suddenly that she had not found more wolves to speak with about the gods and goddesses that she'd heard so much about in her childhood. There was too much she didn't know still, and she was hungry for anything more she could learn.

Her new acquaintance said she liked these lands, and Ásvor nodded agreement. "I was born close to these lands, and spent most of my childhood here, until my family's pack disbanded. We held claim to these lands, once." Her voice had a touch of nostalgia to it that she didn't bother hiding. She had loved her childhood, and had spent some time longing to return to the north; she was happy the gods had showed her the way.

It wasn't much longer before they were finished their digging, having formed a pretty decent shelter for the evening. Panting slightly as her tongue lolled from her mouth, she nodded agreement. It wasn't a huge den, but would certainly make for a decent shelter for the night and the promise of the comfort and warmth of another wasn't unwelcome. She spent most of her time alone, only trusting strangers in brief doses and she hoped she wasn't making a bad call with judging this one trustworthy enough to sleep next to. Carefully she slid into the den they'd dug together, finding a comfortable spot against the wall and making room for the other woman to join her.