Mudminnow River orinoco flow

Nyra was far from the homestead today. 
Very, very far. It was left almost unprotected at the moment...
The Grandmaster felt a pang of guilt and anxiety as she looked back to the mountains in the distance...home. What if home was gone when she returned? 

Before long, her ears hear small steps along with the scent of wolf. 
She turned her head to look, see if she could find the individual along the stream...

A puppy? 
Nyra tilted her head curiously, chuffing loudly to try and alert the youth of her presence. 

Rivenwood wafted through her nose and her thoughts. What was a youngling doing away from the protection of home? 

Her last encounter with the wolves of the bypass came to mind, ending unpleasantly. 
But she couldn't just leave this kid alone. She was a mother too, at least once...

*chaotic laughing* timelines go brrrr