Kildeer Rest Show Me The Way

Nyra saw the brief tightness of worry brush Kukutux's face before it smoothed.

With a heavy look upon her own face, Nyra nodded.
"All my scars are from battle. Though not all of my combat experience is from other wolves. The scars across my face, for example. I fought and killed a cougar that was after one of Rivenwood's young. Druid. But...that was while I was leading the Saints, before the war that drove me and my companions to your border." The Warmaiden responded, eyes dark with some emotion, sadness, maybe.

"The wolves of Ursus especially want my head. And I cannot guarantee all my past wrongs won't bring trouble and danger to the village if they knew I'm with you..." As she said these words, it seemed to bring a fresh light to the reality that she was putting good wolves in danger by hiding within their numbers. 
Her face continued to darken with regret.