Falls of the Hinterlands But you fuck so good

Nyra listens to Santiago speak, inquisitive of if she'd allow him and his mate to join her ranks. 
Golden eyes sharpening with suspicion, the Empress is silent for a time as she thinks it over.

"The Saints of the Dying Light are quickly getting full, body-wise. However, I am pulling together a sister pack to them, the Archangels. Our claim will be the Copse that hugs these Falls." Nyra gestured with her muzzle westward, the forest that so starkly stood out next to the river. 
"You both are welcome to join the Archangels. There are currently two others helping solidify our claim. Hemlocke - he is black with red eyes, usually only active at night due to light sensitivity. And Blair, heavy foreign accent but different than yours. Once my daughter is old enough to travel, she, myself and her father will join everyone in the Copse."