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Ásvor

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12-20-2017, 06:32 PM (This post was last modified: 12-27-2017, 06:36 AM by Ásvor.)

Though Ásvor had little official training in fighting, she'd always craved learning more. Being mostly on her own, though, gave her few opportunities to practice sparring. Now that she was considering joining her sister's pack, if there was a spot for her, she'd started considering trying to get some training under her belt first. Or at least - a bit of practice. With that in mind, she headed a bit south of the lands she'd been staying in, heading to the flat expanse of field that seemed to attract wolves for spars like flies to honey.

Her gait was guarded as she wandered across the strange terrain, bristling slightly with a sort of nervous excitement that she found difficult to reign in. Though she wasn't a trained fighter, she knew she was spirited enough to put up a good fight regardless. Her anxiety only heightened when she heard a stranger's call ringing across the plains, a call to arms. Curious, her posture grew a touch more confident as she crossed the lands and headed toward him.

Even from a distance she could tall he was much larger than she was - though his brute strength wouldn't scare her off completely. He was more than a full head taller than her, though what he had in force she was sure she could counter in agility. Her gaze was unblinking as she approached, slowly at first, her body tense as she assessed him. "Looking for a fight, are we?" She inquired, the corners of her lips pulling up into a faint shadow of a smirk as her brows raised to emphasize her question.