Boartusk Heights fear cuts deeper than swords

Ah, so it was a bit more complicated than had initially been conveyed. There were some obligations to the barbaric leader. It seemed that he had spared her life or had saved her from a fate that she did not deserve. As the burly young she-wolf listened to Nyra retell her portion of the tale, she wondered what would have inspired an adult to throw a child. Jupiter couldn’t really think of anything that a pup could do to her that would warrant such a reaction, but she also assumed that there were certain culture pieces that she was not familiar with. After all, Nyra had explained that her pack was a rather rough group of individuals. It should not have surprised her that their actions would fall along the barbaric lines.
 
“Well, I mean he might have spared you a fight but that doesn’t mean the rest of your life belongs to him, you know? You have every right to make a home for yourself that you can be proud of!” Jupiter remarked to the snowy beast, hoping that this would spark some inspiration in the other. She was not interested in uprooting the lives of strangers, but she wanted to know that her fellow fighters were pledging their fangs to a worthy cause.
 
“I do think that we learn only as much as we want to,” the burly she-wolf added with a thoughtful nod. “That we can choose to make any experience one that can teach us something new, you know? You just have to change your mindset.” Jupiter was willing to get knocked down a thousand times, so long as she could stand up having learned something new. If Nyra wished to make a home she could take pride in, she would learn what she needed along the way to that goal.