The Heartwood Take away everything I am

Nyra was still scoping out the borders of Neverwinter for the Saints. It had been almost a week since she had headed out for this mission. Only a day since she had seen Hydra with her companions. 
The rain was still coming down, but at least the mud had finally been cleaned from her snowy fur. Not fully her paws, but her body at least. She continued walking with a slightly furrowed brow, soaked to her undercoat. 
Soon, she saw another form in the distance, and as she continued forward the form got larger.
Ah, another wolf. One who seemed to share the pitch whiteness of her own fur. 
Needing to be on her guard, Nyra started moving around the stranger, hoping to stay as out of sight as possible in the trees and underbrush.