Hideaway Strath in your crypt

The Shieldmaiden traveled with Hemlocke and Leigh, silent for the majority of the trip. 
As the three reached the entrance to the place they may call home, the Titaness overlooked the river, the trees, the dark woodland off to the right in the distance. 

And then someone else appeared. The face wasn't nearly as familiar as the scent that lingered on her fur - Moonspear. The last time she had seen members of that pack, she had been sent to spy on Neverwinter - getting caught in the process by none other than Hydra and two of her subordinates in the glen.

The greeting given wasn't hostile though, so Nyra would mind her manners. 

"The pack we're from seeks to call this place home. The three of us came to see if that could happen." The Shieldmaiden answered casually with a light shrug of her shoulders.