Sun Mote Copse Jimmy goes to space.

The issue didn't apply to hunting, although Towhee had asked that more out of morbid curiosity than anything else. She nodded briefly, then licked her lips as she took more time to consider his words. It made some sense that he would dislike hurting his comrades during a spar. She thought of the countless times she'd accidentally been too rough (like that time she'd hit Wraen in the eye, for instance) and how it always made her feel pretty terrible.

-"Actually, I take that back. I think I know what you mean. I once hit Wraen in the eye and I immediately felt like the world's biggest asshole, because it was an accident and I'd never intentionally hurt a pack mate."- She paused. -"But when it comes to actual threats, like intruders, that doesn't apply, for me. How could I feel remorseful for protecting my pack? No matter what it takes."-

There was another beat of silence before she prompted, -"Have you ever had to hurt someone who was a real threat? Did you feel guilty even then?"-