Sunbeam Lair A Face in the Labyrinth

The moonlit girl had been plodding along, stopping briefly at the sound of claws clicking on the stone floor. 
She pricked her ears forward, hmming softly before she continued forward.
Nyra probably would have bonked heads with the male if she hadn't looked up in time to see him mirror her in taking a pause.
Much like she assumed he was with her - she sized him up briefly, meeting his gaze again to hear his hum of surprise, and his question. 
...he smelled like he was from this place, if not a nearby location. Nyra supposed if this was the case, he was justified in asking. 
"Nyra." She replied. Her voice was audible, and probably loud, given their environment. 
Clearing her throat, she answered again "My...my name's Nyra. And, you are...?" 
She took another brief moment to look at his markings. Nothing she was familiar with, especially with wolves, but she couldn't deny that they were pretty, in their own strange way.