Hideaway Strath Long Live The Queen!

Nyra tilts her head a little at Kynareth's answer. Not quite.
So, not yet.
Not war, not just yet. 
Dove confirms this with a shake of her head, wearing the skull of the original Overseer - Nemisis, if Nyra recalled right. 
Next comes a female Nyra's not sure she's ever met before, even in the canyons. The time will come to make introductions with the firebrand female later. 
Coming soon after Auriel, who Nyra knew not, Hemlocke. 
Then Whrist, bumping her head against the Grandmaster's shoulder, then Nyra's and sitting between them. 
Nyra chuckles softly at this, watching as Derg and Arlette join the group.
Derg barks at the firebrand female, and Arlette does not look pleased as she joins Nyra and Whrist, a clearly jealous Who the fuck is she? On her face. Nyra shrugs and mouths "I don't know" To Arlette, barely paying any attention, if any at all, to Simmik as her mirror image gives the yin-yang a cold stare before settling close to Kyn, off to the side. 
At the same time comes a dainty, small canine Nyra also doesn't remember, but will make introductions with her too, later. 

Kynareth finally calls attention to everyone gathered, and what comes out of his mouth, the battlemaiden is clearly not expecting. 
A look of pleasant shock springs on her face as Kynareth announces her as the new Overseer, his equal, the second alpha of the Saints. 
As he deems Derg the new General, the lead of the Blades, Nyra is already pulling forward to take her place beside Kynareth with tall, confident posture, her gait dripping with purpose and authority. 
At his congratulations, finality in tone, she dips her head briefly with a few wags of her tail.
"I will make you proud." She vows, standing beside him and after a few moments, she's lifting her head into a booming yet beautiful howl, one of celebration, and one she silently hoped most if not everyone else would join in on. 

This is a happy day, why not sing for it?