Boartusk Heights fear cuts deeper than swords

Religion hadn’t entirely been what the warrior had meant when she’d asked about the beliefs of Nyra’s pack, but it was good to know that there wasn’t some greater spiritual guide that ushered them through life. Though she was still young, Jupiter had found that those types of strong-faith individuals could lead to conflict. As the other wolf went on to say that her pack was more military in its style and structure, Jupiter canted her head a bit. She was interested to know more about the pack and its foundation. She figured that it was a good sign to find this wolf guarding her home with such resolve. It suggested that she was willing to do anything to keep it safe.
 
“I’d like to know more about your pack if you’d share that information with me while we search for food?”
 
Jupiter thought that it was a good place to start. She could get to know this Nyra a little better and determine if the pale woman’s pack was something worth taking stock in. After she’d issued this offer, the silver-eyed fighter realized that she hadn’t returned any sort of name to the white wolf’s introduction. She had no interest in being rude to her company. “I’m Jupiter, by the way. It’s nice to meet you, Nyra.” A smile swept across her features and brought life to her face.