Hideaway Strath Confined in mountain halls, we got too close to the flame.

Watching Sundance's body language as he gave his name, and listening to Kynareth confirm their old neighbors back in the mountains, Nyra gave a curt nod in agreement to her Lord's words. 

Indeed, they would be civil at the least. As long as he mirrored their hospitality, he'd have astounding chances of leaving unhurt. 

Swiveling one ear, Nyra sighed. Some brush of a hint to what could be boredom or exhaustion... 

"This boy is obviously terrified of us. Even more obvious that he just wants to go home. I vote we just let him leave." Nyra looked to Kynareth after she spoke, a silent communication that if he wanted to squeeze potential information out of the Fae-wolf then she wouldn't object to it.