Redsand Canyon Creatures of the Night

Nyra exhaled slowly, nodding at first with zero verbal response. 
After a moment she looked at the Grandmaster again "What happened?" She inquired softly about his past, his small offering of self, "There must've been wolves you cared about before all of us...what happened to them?" 
She wanted to get to know him better, and did, very much, care to listen. It showed in her attentive but ever-fiery gaze. 
Nyra would be willing to share more of her own history in exchange. It seemed only fair, if he engaged the question.