The Climb

*Ásvor* · 03-20-2017, 09:50 AM

Ásvor supposed she had been fairly lucky thus far in life, as most wolves she met seemed to tolerate her pleasant, if not downright enjoy it. Wolves, after all, were social creatures and she found rogues enjoyed a break from the monotony of everyday existence. This one, however, seemed less impressed. She watched as the larger female's lips curled back to reveal her teeth, her face contorting into an aggravated expression. Though unused to the hostility, Ásvor's lips quirked in a faint smile. "Why the hostility?" The girl called out, her voice dripping with the sweetness of youth. "My name is Ásvor Finnvi." The world was quiet after she spoke, save for the gentle clicking of nails against ice as she took a few steps closer. She was still a far ways out from the stranger, surely far enough to flee if it proved necessary.

After a moment she tilted her head, staying still when the stranger commanded her to come no closer. Every bone in her body begged her to retaliate -- why was it that being told to do something made her want to do the opposite? She teetered on her paws unsteadily, though her smile remained. "Do you claim these lands as your own? I smelled no pack's markers here, hence my... intrusion." She placed a particular emphasis on the last word, exaggerated as though she didn't quite believe she was intruding at all. Her question was an innocent enough one, but she hoped it would give her some insight into this woman's mindset.

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