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As she grew older Asvor found herself speaking more than when she was young, which was quite peculiar. She'd been an odd child much of the time, keeping to herself; she'd hardly been the most sociable of wolves, perhaps slightly stunted in her communication skills due to being on her own more often than not. In her older age though she found herself speaking more, now comfortable with who she was and where she'd ended up. Not that she was always extremely talkative but she had no issue speaking to those around her, even a boy who didn't seem terribly talkative himself. She didn't get the vibe that he was disinterested in conversing with her. Just quiet or shy, perhaps? She wasn't sure.

"I'm Asvor, if you didn't know," she introduced herself, returning his small grin. "If you're busy feel free to shoo me away. But if not, perhaps a lesson?" Anything to pull her mind away from her creaking joints and how much she longed for warmer weather to come, hopefully sooner rather than later. Helping Fireside's youth learn to be productive pack members appealed to her anyway. She'd gotten more than enough practice of that with Ulfr, might as well apply her knowledge elsewhere. "What are you interested in? Fighting? Herbs? Something else?" She wasn't sure how to cater a healing lesson to a child but she'd have to figure it out if he expressed interest, she supposed.