Black Morass i've been looking all over the place for a place for me

Hearing Kyn coming just before he arrived, she noted his lightly soured expression...unintentional? She doesn't know. 
But he asks, and she beams cruelly at his question "Lord Kynareth." Nyra greeted, "He's lost." She answered smoothly, motioning lightly with her nose to the black male at her side. 
"I'm just helping him out a bit. This swamp is a horribly cold place in the winter, and we wouldn't want him to die here, would we?" She offered a wink only her Grandmaster could see. "Just gonna point him in the right direction, if that's alright?" 
She leveled her gaze to Donovan's, an eerily silent communication meant for just him of:
 What's your call? Do we want to risk getting in deeper shit with another pack by killing him? 

Though Nyra wasn't sure if the black stranger wouldn't be keen to the silent message or not