Blackfeather Woods Kynigós

He noted her injury, to which she sighed softly and glanced again to her shoulder.
"I assume you mean...an escapee?" She guessed, then sighed softly again "No. I lead a pack called the Saints, located in the mountains. Things just went awfully awry at the forming pack I went to visit." Nyra replied with a small edge. Things should be a tad more clear now, she assumed. 
But only time would tell.

For the moment, the Grandmaster turned her head into herself enough to begin to lick at her wound, try to clear away some of the blood. She knew very little of medicine, even less than when she first came to the Teekons. But she knew just enough to get her back home in one piece...hopefully.