Boartusk Heights fear cuts deeper than swords

The Saints of the Dying Light appearing to be nuisances as per usual XP, hello! :> 

As per the norm, Nyra was patrolling the bowl that made the valley below, and the mountains that defined the edges of the places her pack called home. 
And now, she was up here. 
Watching, quietly, soundlessly. A ghost, save for the inferno that made her eyes. 
As the lone she-wolf hopped and trapsed along the rocks, Nyra shadowed from a distance at first, though ominously getting closer, like those old jump-scare youtube videos from back in the day.

When Jupiter --who Nyra did not know her name, yet-- looked back to see the near-death experience she just dodged, upon turning to face forward again, Nyra would be right there. 
Extremely too close for comfort, dry-ice burning eyes blazing. 

"Greetings, stranger." The Harbinger said smoothly, swaying her raised tail a couple times, "I hate to interrupt your journey," No, she didn't. In her mind it was justified, "But you happen to be on the edge of my pack's territory." 
At first and till now, her demeanor was poised and all too ready to yeet Jupiter down the mountain to her death, but...something internal seemed to make the mammoth woman lighten up a bit.
Perhaps Nyra remembered when she too was a loner, a long time ago by now, even though it hadn't been a year yet, or even two. 
"You look hungry. Perhaps two wolves can make better chances for a meal than just one, no?" Nyra canted her head slightly to the side with a warmer smile, "Maybe afterwards you can join us, if you're up to it." She added, more or less inquiring the loner about joining the ranks of the Saints.