Hideaway Strath My Mind Troubles Me

Nyra hmmed softly with a nod, lying down as she herself went into thought.

After another brief pause, the Shieldmaiden lifted her head "I should go back to sleep...After all, I'll be holding down the fort for you and Kynareth starting tomorrow." She smiled briefly before a steady rise to her paws.
Until a central denning area was found or made for everyone to sleep in over the cold months, the warmest place for her at the moment was in the one she had found under the roots of a random tree. It might've been home to a fox at one point, but when Nyra found it, it was empty and there was no scent around it.