Hideaway Strath Machinery

First to the call was none other than the Empress.
Nyra materialized from the light fog that had settled over the rocky slopes and inclines that formed the Gates - the entrance to the Strath. 
With sunset upon them, the reddened tint to the sub-land may look all the more eerie, especially as the Alpha came forth, monolithic and towering, aura radiating heavily with authority and raw power, with unmarked, stark white fur and hellfire gold for eyes, that altogether, may have given the first impression of either a spirit...

Or a god.

Taking brief note of the red newcomer's size, the Battle Phoenix stopped before War and wasted no time.
"These are the lands of the Saints of the Dying Light. I am Nyra, Alpha of the Saints." 
State your name and your purpose was the part left out. Nyra assumed the woman at her door knew that the reason for her presence was expected to be given. It was a no-brainer by now, and with children to look after, plus their pregnant High Priestess, the Empress was keen on skipping most of the pleasantries and getting to the point. For now, at least, it was better that way.