Hideaway Strath There was not one city which was too strong for us.

Her eyes, void of warmth as they were despite the blazing inferno within them, somehow turned a smidge more icy. 
Nyra's history with the religious had done her much harm. Why it was this moment she started considering throwing Gilead into a fear-driven submission was beyond her.

Nevertheless, she didn't move from where she was, instead continuing to present as pleasantly as possible. 

Completely ignoring his assumption of her being a seer; "A well-lit area, huh?" The Harbinger echoed with mild thought, tsking softly with a thoughtful tick of her tongue as she looked around...
"Hmmm, no, I can't think of any at the moment. See, our pack recently relocated here from a canyon, somewhere in the mountain range to the East. Though, not the one neighboring us." Nyra clarified the last sentence with a light tilt of her head toward the Bonesplinter Ravine and the mountains at the other end of it. 
"Perhaps all of us should explore this place more often, no?" She quirked the ghost of a smile then.