Chill Your Life

If anything, these lands had proved to be just as resilient as the wolves who grew here, which Asvor appreciated. She supposed that had been part of the reason Chaos had decided to settle in these lands. Asvor swore she could feel the history of this place beneath her very paws - she'd even seen a mound of dirt and rocks recently she could only presume was some kind of makeshift grave. "As do I," she responded, somewhat wistfully, as they began to walk together. Despite whatever tragedy or hardships befell them, Asvor had no doubt they were persevere just as the lands always did. She was a Finnvi, after all, and surviving against all odds was what they did. Her attention shifted to a cluster of flowers growing weakly against a stake that had no doubt once been a small fence.

Having Valdis listen so carefully to her words felt more intimate than nearly anything else they'd done before, somehow. Her culture and upbringing were important to her, even if Asvor felt she had strayed quite a bit from the kind of wolf she'd been as a child. "I'm not too familiar with my family's naming customs," she admitted. For a moment she reflected upon the circumstances of she and her siblings' birth; as far as her mother had told them, they'd been sired from Odin himself, and though she believed her mother's words she'd never quite admitted that out loud to anyone, even to Valdis. "And unfortunately I don't remember any weddings or funerals, though I'd imagine a funeral would be more a celebration of life than one of mourning. Depending on the circumstances of the death, I suppose," Asvor added thoughtfully. A child being taken too early was nothing to celebrate, but a grizzled warrior dying valiantly in battle? That required no tears, only celebration and admiration. "It's been a long time since I properly worshiped my gods and goddesses. I'm not even sure how I'd go about it anymore. I suppose living the best I can sometimes feel like worship enough."