Meadowlark Prairie I hope it's already too late

She really was a tough one. Tough, but considerate. He looked to wolves like her for guidance often, because they were earthy wolves who made decisions without bringing too nuch sentiment and emotions into play. If something needed to be done, they got it done. 

If he, Figment and Fennec found a place to live- he would definitely have to call out for Ingrid.

What he didn't expect was to hear a name that made him recoil, instantly. "Nyra," He said, with a growl. "Yeah. I know of her, but haven't heard about her or her pack in a long time. Kind of assumed they moved or something. Ingrid-" He psaid, his tone shifting from dark to pleading, suddenly. "I dunno who it is that you know that's looking for Nyra...Or why, just...Nyra's bad news. She's attacked vulnerable youth, trespassed, spied for her pack, an...I think she might've kidnapped someone from a neighbouring pack of mine. I don't think they ever found her again. I don't remember all of it just...Be careful, OK? And if whoever it is that's looking for her doesn't know what she's capable of, please tell them."