Boartusk Heights the broken one

Nyra waited patiently as he seemed to be thinking it over. She watched his hackles smooth, and in return she took a more casual stance, more relaxed, though her tail was still raised enough to signal her rank. 

When he finally agreed, she offered another smile, more pleased, less vicious. 
At that, she gives him the necessary info so he isn't walking in blind. 

"I am Nyra, the Overseer and second alpha of the Saints of the Dying Light. You may have heard of us, and we have plenty of enemies. But, we protect and defend our own as any other pack would, If not better. All our wolves are working toward one trade or another. Most of us fighters, others medics, some spiritualists. No matter what you desire to pursue, we strive to make our wolves the best version of themselves they can be." 

That all said, Nyra swayed her tail slowly in a friendly manner, not yet motioning for him to fall into step beside her. That would come only if he agreed to stay after what she had said. 

"If those are not deterrents to you, then Welcome to the hunt."