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

Ásvor was used to spending time with others to try to get something from them. Her intentions were normally quite harmless, in the grand scale of things -- a bit of knowledge about herblore or fighting, here and there. Info about the terrain, and about the nearby packs. Her interactions with others were normally framed in a how do I get something out of them? sort of way, but she found herself enjoying Valdís' presence regardless without thinking much about what she could get out of the other woman. It was enjoyable to speak to someone who knew something of the true gods, and she found her mind unusually at ease as they slid into the den they'd dug out and settled in comfortably. It was nice to know someone else knew the same stories, and her tail swatted gently against the dirt at her companion's words.

"I agree," she commented wistfully. "My mother taught me and my siblings a lot about the gods. Sadly our paths went different ways some time ago. There's so much I didn't learn and want to know." It didn't seem that many wolves knew of these stories and of the gods that her family worshiped. She worried that there was much left for her to learn, and hoped someday she might feel as though she truly knew enough to consider herself wise.

She shook her head at Valdís' comment. "You should meet my sister, then," she said, proudly and with another grin. "Her name is Alfrun. She has visions from the gods and goddesses nearly all the time. It's amazing." Once she had envied her sister's ability, but she had learned to accept that they were all given different skills and talents for a reason. She had never had such visions, and she'd learned to come to terms with it.

At the question, her smile wilted slightly. "I really hope so," she admitted gently. She hadn't quite realized how much she had appreciated being surrounded by family and other like-minded wolves until they were gone, and she missed the feeling. Ásvor nearly flinched as their conversation was interrupted by the loud crash of thunder, followed by the rain that had come with it. "I believe I was told it was Freyja's brother Freyr who controls the rain," she tried to recall any stories about the rain itself but came up short. "Though that's sadly all I know."