Chill Your Life

Asvor had no doubt she could muster up the energy to fight if she needed to, but for now she was content to bask in some well-earned laziness. Regaining their strength was important, after all, in the event of another raid... and based on how they'd done, she had no doubt there might be more awaiting them in the future. Asvor looked forward to it, once they were rested and back to optimal strength. Not bothering to contain her idleness today, she let her forelimbs stretch out in front of her, releasing a long yawn as Valdis began to speak. "A walk and looking for some herbs sounds good. I'm not sure I need anything in particular but I don't mind seeing what's growing." Of all the choices leadership had made since she'd joined this pack, under whatever name and whatever leadership it was currently under, moving to the Range had been a solid one. Plenty of herbs and flowers grew here, more than enough to keep her busy for a lifetime, a far cry from the sparse growth in the barren northern lands.

Though she looked forward to a day spent with her, she hadn't expected the last thing she said. She wanted to know more about her culture? Once it had seemed so important to her, but as the years flew by - more quickly than she cared to admit - suddenly her family's culture seemed to matter less and less to her. Her younger self would've been disgusted at the thought, but now that she was older it was hard to even recall the sort of wolf she'd been back then. "What would you like to know?" Asvor started, as they began to walk together. "It's hard to pick out specifics, since it's all I've ever known. My mother always emphasized the importance of religion and our gods in everything. Even when she learned I was interested in herbs, she found a way to connect it to our gods. Worshiping them has always been ingrained in me." Whether or not she'd done that properly was a question even now she didn't know the answer to. She knew Valdis knew that they had similar backgrounds, based on their first ever meeting, even if Valdis had been separated from her family much earlier than Asvor had.

"Battle was something we were taught was important too," she added after a moment of thought. She knew Valdis felt similarly, though had never asked if she had the same beliefs regarding it. If anything, her girlfriend took fighting much more seriously than she ever had, which was something that had always attracted her to the fiery woman. "Dying in battle is a surefire way to go to Valhalla or to Fólkvangr. It's the greatest privilege." Perhaps even if she hadn't been the most devout or faithful to her gods, she could still achieve that kind of noble afterlife. She cast a curious glance at Valdis, wondered if she mirrored those beliefs, if that was part of what fueled her own passions.