Black Morass i've been looking all over the place for a place for me

Almost as if literally summoned from the depths (She wasn't. Just fortunate enough to be in the immediate area) Nyra ducked under the seemingly dead leaves of a low hanging swamp tree branch, fiery eyes looking at their unfortunate stranger with wary curiosity as she prowled closer. 

"Need some help?" The Harbinger asked, almost sounding bored, though she wasn't really. More often than not though, most wolves stayed away from the valley enclosing the Morass and the immediate territories around the Strath. It was a treat nowadays to find someone who wasn't a Saint so close by. 
"You look miserable." Nyra pointed out rather uselessly, given that it was winter and the swamp was a shit ton colder due to the season.