Blackbeak Bluff It’s a hit and run

Nyra's eyes harden as Kynareth is brought up. 
She says nothing yet, as Alduin explains that his father sent him and Tulok to finish his business. 

Business he should have been man enough to help finish himself. 

When Alduin says Kynareth would be glad to know sure was okay, Nyra scoffs sharply. 
"Kynareth left me and the rest of the Saints for dead. Me and two others are all that's left here, of what once was." She growls quietly. 
There's anger and hurt in her eyes, betrayal even. 
"Ursus and Akashingo wiped us out. And as you can see, I didn't escape unscathed." She continued, referencing the scars littering her body. Clearly a good few weren't left by wolf kind, especially the ones over her face, draping her shoulders, and on her outer thighs left by the cougar some months ago. 
"I have no bad blood with you and Tulok. But in my opinion, your father deserves an ass-kicking." 
Nyra is obviously heated by now, but she takes a deep series of breaths and steadies herself, forcing the wrath away to be replaced by coolness. A level head would serve her better then an angry one.
"Merrick's Raven queen is dead. He and his spawn remain. The one known as Ramesses also created his own kingdom out from under the Saints. Betrayal. The Mountains we once ruled are no longer freely accessible either, from what one of mine have reported before we came out here." Nyra began pacing as she spoke, partially venting, partially expressing the events that have unfolded since their downfall. 

If it were completely up to her, she'd begin patching the Saints back together right this fucking minute. But fate has other plans in store, and she must continue to lie low and heal before she can do much of anything effectively.