Boartusk Heights fear cuts deeper than swords

The cold had fallen upon the Teekon wilds already, washing the lands in a blanket of frigid air that hardened the earth and left frost to touch everything by morning. The journey from the south had taken the wolf many days, but she had emerged on the edges of the wilds with a determined expression. Her coat was thick, already preparing for snowfall. Jupiter could not help but to feel surprised that snow had not already found its way to the wilds’ territories and the packs that rested within.
 
Stepping along the jagged stone with less care and precision than she should have been using, it was a small miracle that the large fighter did not lose her footing and tumble down a few dozen feet. The path that cut along the heights was narrow, but Jupiter had watched the boars risk it and only a few had fallen to break their legs and subsequently be eaten by her. If anything, that area was king on her rumbling stomach. Her many days of journeying had left her with a strong desire to eat more.
 
Taking a precarious leap from one edge of the rock to another, Jupiter felt her hind paw slip from the stone and she lurched forward to save herself from losing balance. This was enough to save her and she turned her head back to look at the gap she had cleared with pride.