Boartusk Heights fear cuts deeper than swords

At Jupiter's request, as Nyra now knew her name, she offered a willing nod as they scouted for a meal. It was nice to meet someone new, especially who at least seemed glad for the company, though by now the Harbinger knew a bit better than to underestimate others. 

"The Saints of the Dying Light are, as I mentioned, a military-based pack. But despite the training and the discipline...there's a strong barbaric streak. We have few allies, many enemies, and though we are loyal to the allies we have, having more enemies than allies isn't always a good thing." She paused in her words, a distant sadness of sorts to her gaze, "My Grandmaster is named Kynareth Deagon. He is...the more bloodthirsty out of the two that make up our leadership tier. Derg is the Overseer, a direct equal in command to the Grandmaster. And...Derg, admittedly seems to be more...level headed I suppose is the right word? Willing to talk before fight." Not that Kynareth wasn't also level headed and the works, but... 
"Kynareth is similar to Derg in that way despite his bloodthirst." 

Nyra was genuinely telling the truth as she knew it to be, but directing her gaze to Jupiter, if Jupiter could read the emotions in another's gaze, she might be able to see that what Nyra hadn't said is that the Saints are willing to kill and cause chaos wherever and either whoever they see fit, to prove a point. After all...they did kill Aya. 

"You deserve to know exactly what you'd be getting into." The Harbinger sighed, "We have kild others before. Not always in self defense. I've only been part of this pack since late summer, but since we relocated to the Strath, I have helped kill an innocent once." 
There was some conflicting shame in her gaze as she admitted these things. Shame in herself. 

"All this said, I will tell you more, as little as it might be, if you want me to. Other than that, if the Saints sound like a good fit for you, then once we've finished hunting I will escort you to our claim. If not, no hard feelings. There are other packs around that might suit you better if mine is a no go." 

Regardless of Jupiter's answers or reactions, as long as she didn't try to kill Nyra, the behemoth would still lend her aid to a hunt unless her fellow warrior expressed the desire to continue alone.