Redsand Canyon The night, she calls me

"Arlette..." Nyra greeted, tail wagging softly. Hearing the news, that Kynareth seemed to have vanished, the Overseer perked her ears and furrowed her brows. 

"I meant to share with him my findings on Ursus. I have discovered their location while I was away to search for Alduin." She explained. 
Thoughts raced in her head. If Kynareth was gone now too, Simmik likely followed...
The Saints are shrinking, it seems. Would they have enough members by the time Nyra moved them towards going to war? Would the pack even survive the winter at this rate?
"If Kynareth is gone, then...I will lead the Saints on my own, at least until another individual comes around worthy of co-leading with. This is assuming our pack withstands the tests of time." Silently, Nyra was making note, thinking of who might stick with her, if the Saints turned out to be no more, as a pack. 
Would she be able to catch the pieces of what was left, to create something new from the ashes?