Redhawk Caldera We're on the frontlines

Two, it seemed, would join her, 
One, youthful and cold, the second, a female, looked older, more experienced. 

"My name is Nyra, Overseer and co-leader of the Saints of the Dying Light. I'm looking for one of our young who went missing at the start of this season (meaning beginning of August). He is dark, striped with red eyes. Alduin is his name. I'm also here to see if your pack is allied with that of the youth that I brought with me. Brecheilant, I think? I found her (Jasmine) further north of here, and want to make sure she's returned home safely before I myself head back to my pack." 
A long stating of business, yes, but Nyra was weary, tired in a way that only worrying about a child could do to oneself. She just wanted to find Alduin, and make sure everything at home was still in good shape, 

"I mean no I'll intentions here, I just want to find my boy." She sighed, head uncharacteristically low. Alduin indeed was like a son to her, and the slip of the tongue calling him her son went unnoticed a little too long. Too late to take it back.