Hideaway Strath A freak, a wh*re

Being left completely in charge of the Saints while Kynareth and Derg were away was...new, to say the least. 
The behemoth prayed inwardly that she wouldn't disappoint them. The alphas had been gone for two days now, and Nyra was doubling, even tripling down on patrols, marking their borders, making sure the Strath and it's neighboring territories were undisturbed and secure. She was almost always moving, rarely seen sleeping or eating by the other members of the pack. 

Now, the Paladin was still on the move - looking around the whole of their claim and noting potential densites and things that may be of concern, as well as stocking caches when she could inbetween her rounds. 

Perking her ears, Nyra sniffed the air, met by Sasha's scent. With an indifferent hum, the Shieldmaiden grabbed a rabbit from a nearby cache, and set off at a trot toward Sasha. 

Once there, Nyra chuffed through the rabbit in her maw and dropped it at the wolfdog's paws. 

"I promise it's not poisoned." Nyra quirked the ghost of a teasing smile, nudging the meal closer to the golden-laced woman and backing off a few steps.