Bramblepoint a bruise is a lesson... and each lesson makes us better

With the drop in temperature, the dappled fighter had grown far more tired than she had felt before. She had climbed high along the slopes of the range until she had reached snow. There, she had made a temporary place to stay for a few nights. She had watched the stars come out each evening and dapple the sky in glimmering silver. When the winds howled through the cave she had turned into a den, she tucked herself into its furthest reaches to wait for morning.
 
Now that she had ventured down and into the woodland terrain, she felt far more at ease. Jupiter was not keen on giving up; she knew that the mountains would make her stronger in time, but she didn’t believe it was wise to scale them when she did not have a home to return to. If things were to turn sour, she did not want to risk her own wellbeing in order to grow in strength.
 
Passing through a sharp patch of brambles, Jupiter breathed out a sigh and lowered her head toward the earth to sniff for signs of smaller prey.