Ásvor wanted to get better at everything. Finding a suitable teacher to give her healing training was proving to be nearly impossible, and she truly was considering the plan she'd mentioned to Naudir about finding one to kidnap. It seemed the best way to get knowledge was here and there, through tiny bits and pieces she could scavenge from strangers, as messing around with unknown plants was super dangerous and the gods had been quiet thus far in her pleas for them to impart knowledge to her while she slept. Along with herb and healing knowledge, she wanted to get better at fighting, too. Knowing she could effectively protect herself, and her family, was important to her, especially now that she'd reunited with two of her sisters.
Her paws carried her to the vast plain toward the center of the continent, littered with blood and filth of battles far more serious than she was looking for. All she wanted was a practice fight, and she hoped a suitable opponent would arrive. Not someone who knew everything, but she didn't want to fight a helpless pup either. Coming to rest in a patch of thick grass, she lifted her head to the sky and let loose a call for a sparing partner. Her muscles were tense, ears flicking as she sat on high alert -- she wouldn't let anyone sneak up on her. She wanted a fair fight.
