Boartusk Heights fear cuts deeper than swords

"Because if I were to take charge and make a home for others as well as myself, I would want it to succeed, and...at this current point in time, I believe I have much to learn before I can effectively lead my own pack." Nyra looked at Jupiter again, briefly locking eyes with her to show a long-buried genuineness, as well as a well-masked sadness. 
"The war with this other group, Ursus, is mostly my fault...I feel. I rubbed the leaders' fur the wrong way when we met as allies, then some time later, I went to go see if I could do anything after they had some issues with a neighboring clan. The Bear Alpha's son, I tried to apologize to for disrespecting his mom, and he tried to attack me. The kid was...maybe four months old. Disrespectful little thing, perhaps. But not necessarily worthy of me throwing him as far as I could. I don't know if he lived, but I do know regardless of if he's alive, Ursus wants my head. I also know Kynareth promptly told them to get fucked when they demanded my life in exchange for their allyship when that exact alliance hadn't blossomed enough for them to earn my Grandmaster's respect, or so he says. If nothing else, I feel like I owe him for protecting me..." 

Nyra slanted her ears back, looking back down into the valley with solemn thought