Hideaway Strath Confined in mountain halls, we got too close to the flame.

I'd be happy to! : ) 

The Shieldmaiden had been on patrol, as was at least partially the usual these days. Re-enforcing the borders of the claim the Saints made wasn't exactly a hard task to do. Dealing with other wolves? 
Completely different story altogether. 

A stranger's scent stood out like a sore thumb against the familiar scents of her Grandmaster and Overseer. Amazingly enough she had managed to work her monolithic mass into the trees just outside the narrow entrance to the Strath, and just as the Faerie had fully turned around, there, directly in his path and likely too close for comfort, stood Nyra. 

Aside from being A Fucking Giant™, the Paladin was clearly powerful as far as strength goes and the well-toned muscle rippled under her snowy fur. Most wolves of her size were gifted with immense strength though...example A, Kynareth Deagon. 

Anyway, 
After what has probably been a tense and mildly terrifying session of silence for the silverwhite, Nyra finally spoke. 

"What are you doing here?" Not an original question in the least. Valid, perhaps, but not original. 
Really kind of a huge "duh" given she was patrolling. 

Probably a shock to everyone who knows the Saints (and Nyra) - but, the Shieldmaiden found herself less inclined to violence-- for the moment, at least-- and instead allowed the Fae-man the room to explain his presence. 

Time would only tell if Nyra was or was not tired enough to just let him go without harming him. 
Maybe Sundance should pray, if he's religious, that luck is on his side...