Hideaway Strath salt, sweat, sugar on the asphalt

To Hemlocke's silent hello gesture, Nyra returned the hellhound's greeting with a brief, gentle lick to his nose as he pulled away. 

The Raven in the trees with its odd calls drew the Harbringer's attention. She canted her head to the side slightly, watching the corvid for a few moments before her eyes fell back to the midnight woman's face as Hemlocke introduced himself. 
This newcomer knew her manners, which pleased Nyra as she offered her name. Zsuzsa. 

"Welcome to the hunt, Zsuzsa. I am Nyra, Harbringer of the Saints." The Shieldmaiden offered in turn with a warm, welcoming smile that heavily contrasted the icy burning of her golden gaze. 
She would explain the rank she held if asked, but..only then.