Blackfeather Woods Kynigós

It would be by chance that Nyra took a brief shelter in the Woods at the same time the auburn man came through. She distantly remembered coming here long ago, looking to find peace from dreams she had not since had. And the pack that had been here then, gone as well.

Panting, Nyra looked back in the direction of the Mesa, glancing to the wound upon her shoulder briefly before continuing within the scorched trees from a storm that she knew nothing about, a storm that drove her long lost sister and Eldritch's soul-sibling apart. 

By chance again, she saw the auburn man. Cautiously she sniffed the air, he smelled nothing like Akashingo. Good. But she was only a small amount less on guard. 

A soft sneeze from the white giant, and she tensed. Would he see her?