Nova Peak Mind,

Accented words, something she was not normally familiar with. The months after leaving the Court, she had grown in ways of meeting more wolves unlike the ones she was normally used to. Asra was surprised at the variety of languages and cultures that surrounded to wolves of different lands, and memorized by each one of them.

So she was curious, on where he was from, or that this pack was one of the mystic groups; it's name was Sagtannet.

He did not turn her away, she nodded to his kindness and followed the man to the path of their people, "I can hunt and fight as any other, but I pride myself more on the stories that can be weaved, and prefer to listen to troubles of others." As he wanted, she so granted.

Asra Nightfall was not a wolf of Great Hunts, a warrior torn from battle, or a medic woven from the Gods themselves, but one who can weave such wonderous tales, and a woman who enjoyed listening to others, and their own tales of the world. Perhaps a few words of advice to drop, but she was still young, and still learning.