Sawtooth Spire saints have no moderation

Nyra didn't leave the canyon for as long anymore. Or as often. But today, it seemed, was different. 
The Grandmaster took to the southern areas of her mountains, and eventually came upon young Worripa as he tore into the corpse of the unfortunate goat.

She chuffed loudly to announce her presence to him, coming to a stop some yards from his meal. 
"Have you spoken with your shadow?" She inquired, having no way of knowing he was currently companionless. Her intense gaze watched him for his answer, verbal or not. And almost routinely did she look around, and back in the direction of the canyon.