Nocturne Summit what do you know of fear?

From behind her was a voice that pulled her attention back.
 
The young buck spoke with familiarity that she found herself taken aback by. It wasn’t that she didn’t welcome the company of another, just that he seemed to believe that he was speaking to someone he’d met before – someone that he knew. While the burly fighter was not keen on proving others wrong, she did not want to be mistaken for the individual he mistook her for. In the back of her mind, she wondered if he thought she had been Maia. Instead of asking outright, Jupiter swallowed that thought and offered him a charismatic and crooked smile; ivory tips peeked from beneath her dark lip.
 
“Hate to disappoint someone as spirited as yourself, but I think you might have the wrong wolf,” she offered to him once he had drawn a bit closer. At that distance, it seemed that her unfamiliarity was sinking in and he had realized his mistake. The silver glimmer of her gaze roamed his frame, latching onto the blemishes where he had been scarred. She wanted to ask if he had ventured into many battles, but she felt this was rude so shortly after meeting him.
 
“I’m Jupiter! On a journey to become the best warrior in all the world. What’s your name?”