More Debris Than You Can Sort Through In One Go [Ásvor]

Ásvor had spent far too long in lands that were not the north for her comfort. Though the southern lands of Boreas had interesting, full of herbs and knowledge that she knew she couldn't find in the north, she was drawn back to the lands of her youth - at least for now. She'd encountered most of her family so far, and it was hard to believe that fate hadn't somehow drawn them all together again. The feeling of snow crunching beneath her paws was a refreshing sensation, and she relished in winter's arrival as she made her way toward northern Boreas' western shoreline.

As soon as she caught a hint of Naudir's scent she found herself trailing after it. The terrain shifted, harsh mountains giving way to to a vast beach littered with dark sand. The wind coming from the ocean ruffled her fur and sent a shiver down her spine. Her posture slackened as she drew closer - it was easier to let her guard down when she hadn't smelled another wolf for miles now.

As she drew closer, the scent of a pack on Naudir's coat became more apparent. It was a strange, almost unsettling thought that her siblings might've found a pack to join that was not ruled by a Finnvi, but she was curious as to what had fueled her sister's decision. A small smile painted her features as she increased her pace, recognizing her sister - and the faint outline of the two ravens nestled in the fur of her neck - standing and facing the horizon. A soft bark announced her arrival, slowly falling in line to stand at her side, briefly eyeing her before casting her gaze to the ocean as well. "Sister," she breathed quietly, somewhat wistfully, "What have you been up to?"