Hideaway Strath salt, sweat, sugar on the asphalt

Introducing herself as Nyra, her hospitable grin betrayed her piercing yellow gaze. Harbinger sounded like a specialized rank of the sort. ”Glad to be here.” Zsuzsa responded earnestly, recognizing how she described the Saints as the hunt and how peculiar that sounded for a pack. ”Any major preparations to expect for the coming winter?” Zsuzsa asked of Nyra. Assuming she was high in the ranks of the hierarchy, it would be good to know as a newcomer to the pack what to expect in the next coming months.
 
Her attention turned back to Hemlocke, to which the hound-like wolf took the lead on describing the inner workings of the Strath. Hemlocke took on an entirely different persona from Zsuzsa’s first impression of him just moments ago. From a mere shadow in the distance staring silently at her, he was now informative and engaging. Her ears twitched as he explained the details of the localities, to which she found he was quite thorough in his explanation. A courteous grin passed over her dark muzzle. ”That is good to know. Any significant spots around the Strath to explore?” Zsuzsa inquired, appreciative in Hemlocke’s rationale of the Strath and eager to learn more of what he could share.
 
Hemlocke then offered a helping paw in her dugout. Silver eyes glance at the mound she dug so far and then back to him, with her eyes drifting to Nyra as well. ”You are more than welcome, either of you are. Won’t take much work since it may be temporary.” Zsuzsa would leave the option up to them. It was nice to know based on Hemlocke’s offer the pack was willing to assist a pack member in need.