Boartusk Heights fear cuts deeper than swords

The reaction from the pale woman was genuine enough; Jupiter watched as her questions sparked some thoughts that troubled the other figure. This hadn’t been her initial intention, but it seemed as though the warrior Nyra was concerned with the future of her members, as well as the violent tendencies of their leader. The news that they anticipated conflict with another group settled strangely in the burly girl’s stomach. There was a thirst to prove herself, of course, but she still understood the difference between fighting for a cause that mattered to her and one that she was obligated to fight.
 
“Why don’t you? Create your own pack, that is…”
 
Jupiter asked of her companion, glancing toward the snowy cloak of the other woman. She didn’t think it was wise to encourage her to challenge the current leader, knowing that this would likely strike conflict in the hearts of the members. It made sense that the white wanderer should want to create a home for herself that she found pride in. For Jupiter, it was important to know one’s purpose and drive. She did not think herself so arrogant as to presume that she knew Nyra’s, but she had a feeling that the white warrior had greater aspirations for herself and her clan.