Panther Park Watch me burn

Despite his wants, Nyra did indeed notice him. 
Not immediately, no. It took a considerable handful of minutes for her to come out of her reverie to notice his scent wafting towards her from upstream.

With a low rumble that might've been a hmm type noise, Nyra looked at him with vivid hellfire hues, meeting his own gaze of almost-glowing green - a shade of which she'd never seen before in other wolves. Especially in the Teekons. 

With hope for Alduin lost, Nyra opened her mouth to ask about the lost boy, but nothing came out.
Instead, a tired attempt at conversation. 

"Never seen you in these lands before..." Nyra called softly to him, an obvious exhaustion to her normally regal voice.

"Name's Nyra." She offered after a small pause, hoping to extend the olive branch. He didn't look too keen on much, but seeing a new face was more or less...refreshing. 

Perhaps she could recruit him for the Saints, if she was lucky.