Grouse Thicket I’m a chimpanzee

Raising a brow, Nyra glanced briefly to Whrist as this....Ciaran, spoke. Unknowing that this was Mal, of Neverwinter Forest - alpha of a pack she had once been sent to spy on long ago now, back in the late summer, in the never ending rain. 
Perhaps he recognized her name, but perhaps not. Nyra wasn't sure what Hydra had done after she had chased the Harbinger off. 

She looked to Whrist for a moment and then back to Mal Ciaran with a smile.
Upon the question made about siblings, Nyra shook her head "I'm afraid not. Though I get the feeling now that I'm not the only white wolf in these Wilds, yeah?" she laughed easily. 
"Though perhaps you're not completely out of luck." She offered that crumb to him then,  not furthering on it. Not yet, she wanted to see how much information she could coax out of him without her teeth.