Redsand Canyon Enter: Nyra, the White Witch

The large, fluffy female stands tall, pride and determination looks like it runs through her veins and he fucking loves it.  His widens and his eyes light up like fiery embers just like her own. “Then it is settled.” He hums stepping closer to her and showing rows of deadly teeth. “Welcome to the hunt, darling.” He offers ethereally turning his body to lead her back to the den. “Come now, I have a lot to show you.” He hums quieter now, padding off down the dirt trail. His coingold eyes never leaving her and a spark of pride and adoration seem to glut through them. They have another Saint.