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His silence wouldn't be mistaken for disinterest, at least not to Asvor. She could see a spark of interest in his eyes when she started to speak and offered him a lesson of sorts. She might not be as traditional a teacher as some but she'd lived thus far, so she no doubt had a thing or two she could teach the youngest wolves in Fireside. If they felt so inclined, of course; she was far too old to push such training if they seemed opposed to it. Luckily for them both Ysmir seemed eager to listen to her, crouching down and looking like he was very much ready to strike at any moment.

His enthusiasm was contagious, even earning a small grin from the normally quiet serious Finnvi. "Alright, fighting it is then," she encouraged him with a twist of her head. "Show me what you know. I see you have an idea of how you ought to set your defenses. Good start. Now show me how you think you'd start a fight, if we were fighting." She didn't exactly lower herself into a defensive stance herself but she was alert and hyperfocused on Ysmir and what his next move might be. She didn't like lessons where wolves sat back and listened - she learned best from action and so that was precisely how she'd teach him.