Hideaway Strath Machinery

I am War. 

Nyra immediately recognizes that this new she-wolf knew only combat and blood. There was almost nothing organic in the silver gaze - no emotion. No soul. All machine. An ear turned as her co-lead approached, but her amber eyes stayed on War as she answered Kynareth's question.

In the following silence, Nyra silently knew that if she hadn't been born into a cult, her birthplace would have been much the same as War's was. But, this was not the case.

And yet, she resonated. 

"We will give you a cause. As long as you can hunt for food and fight, we welcome you." She turned her eyes to Donovan then, as if asking if he had anything to add or any objections.