Hideaway Strath You and I will be the ones that are wearing the crowns

Nyra brushed her muzzle across his cheek and into his neck fur, breathing in his scent as Kyn approached, inquiring to her summons. 

Pulling back enough that she could speak, the Overseer let out a soft sigh.

"We are growing in numbers quite quickly. I believe we should discuss our tactics against Ursus some more, for when we are ready to attack." The battlemaiden looked to his eyes, as fiery in color as her own, to see if he agreed.