Boartusk Heights fear cuts deeper than swords

The warrior had ventured high enough that she had not anticipated being halted by another wolf. Jupiter drew her crown upward and regarded the stranger with a crooked smile and a pleasant but curious glow in the silver light of her eyes. Her ears cupped so that she could listen to the individual speak about how the young fighter had ventured a bit too close to the claimed territory of another pack. To this, the burly she-wolf laughed jovially, throwing her head back to the heavens and letting the sound of her chuckle ring out into the crisp air around them. Yes, she had ventured close to the claim… but she had not crossed close to where the freshest of their markings were. Jupiter had one path in mind: moving over the heights and to the east.
 
“I would not say no to sharing a meal with a fellow mountain climber,” she said with a small nod.
 
As for joining the ranks of the pack that this beast so carefully guarded, Jupiter wasn’t certain that pledging herself that early on was wise. She wondered for only a moment if the offer had been cast to her because the numbers were needed in their hold. Canting her head ever so slightly to the left, the fighter took a cautious step toward the other. “What are the beliefs of your pack?”