Boartusk Heights fear cuts deeper than swords

“It sounds like we have a deal, Nyra,” Jupiter remarked to the pale woman with a wide and crooked smile. She did not need to conceal her eagerness to learn; she had traveled from her home and was ready to shape herself into the best warrior in the world. She was not afraid to learn from anyone and she did not fear her own lack of knowledge. It would drive her forward, or so she reminded herself every time she felt the creeping sensation of being overwhelmed.
 
With a glance toward her fellow fighter, Jupiter offered a curious tilt of her head and asked, “would you tell me more about what you’d like for your home? The types of wolves you’d want in your ranks and the customs you would share?” She felt like it was a good place to start. This would give her grounds for anyone else she might meet out in the wilds who was seeking a place to start fresh.