Hideaway Strath Long Live The Queen!

She hears his howl, familiar and powerful, calling for all the Saintsmen.
The occasion must be special, but she doesn't yet know for what it will be.

The surprise will be pleasant. 

Nyra sprints for Kynareth's howl, taking a good few minutes or so before she put on the breaks and slowed before him, tail swaying gently as she gazed upon him with an open pant, inquiry in her eyes as she asks "What's the occasion? Are we going to war?" Though his call didn't sound like a call to arms, she could never truly know until he spoke.