Stone Circle Helvegen

Nyra had been within relative distance to the Circle when Greyback's booming howl clapped through the air. Perking her ears slightly, she heeded the call, to find everyone had gathered within the Stones. 
As Nyra made her way in to sit with everyone else, the Alpha was joined by his mate, someone she had yet to personally meet, as was the case with all the wolves here, except for West and Greyback himself. 
Nyra's head tilted as the Patriarch called for the ancestors and all those present to bear witness and cast judgement, then spoke of Vespera. 
Nyra hadn't seen her, or heard of her, until now. Then again, the pitch-white mountain of a she-wolf was all too new to Easthollow to know. And right now, Greyback's anger didn't seem like something worth challenging, even as passively as she may have wanted to. 

Greyback's mate didn't seem too pleased by his actions, and the snowy female watched for a moment as the Matriarch ran for the borders. Possibly to find this Vespera? 
Nyra shook her head slightly, her ears slanting backward with confusion and sympathy for the exiled woman. 
"I hope she finds happiness, wherever she is..." Nyra murmured softly.