Grouse Thicket come on trace the globe and shake your pants

The Shieldmaiden herself was currently a very long way from home - from Hideaway Strath. 
But she felt the pull to travel and so she did, backtracking, somewhat, from the way the Saints had come to get to their new claim.

Stopping, Nyra perked her ears, hearing a shaky, small voice infested with terror. 

Concern took place on her features as she saw the wolf pup nestled in the brush.

The massive woman chuffed gently, easing herself slowly to the ground so she could see the child "Are you lost, young one?" Nyra asked softly, glancing around before continuing, just as gentle "Where is your mother? Or father?" 

In the truest sense, she felt a strong need now to protect and defend the youth, until she could get him home or someone he recognized came to his aid. 

"You look like you're absolutely freezing..." Nyra swiveled her ears back as she spoke, crawling a bit closer to offer him a gentle nudge with her nose, or at least the heat that radiated from her body. This poor kid was shaking like a leaf...