Mudminnow River orinoco flow

Nyra tilted her head the other way as the child cowered, probably with intimidation as well as uncertainty?

Slowly, the Grandmaster lowered herself to a lying down position, wagging her tail slowly as if to show she meant no harm or ill intent.
"Are you lost?" She asked gently, trying to make Druid feel more comfortable
"My name is Nyra. I'm the leader of a pack called the Saints." She introduced with equal softness, keeping her tail wagging. Subconsciously, a motherly smile came over her face, one that wished to protect and defend.