Hideaway Strath in your crypt

As words were exchanged, Nyra was still silent, voice-wise. 

But her thoughts were constant. These Moonspear wolves had come down here from somewhere, and it wasn't through the narrow opening bordering the cedar sweep. 

The Shieldmaiden would alert Donovan to this at a later time, but for now, Nyra made a mental note to follow their scent trail - regardless of if they went back the same way they came in or not - and do everything in her power to make sure every possible entrance in or out, save for the one the Saints themselves came through, was unusable, impassible, impenatrable. 

She would risk getting bit by a venomous snake even, if it meant a nest of them would ward potential intruders from getting in. 

All the while, the mammoth woman kept her golden inferno gaze on the Moonspearians and her mouth shut, because if she opened it the Saints would be in even deeper shit than they already were. 

The feeling of being unwelcome in a territory her pack was claiming, whether the feeling was in her head or not, was strong, and thus made her tense, even more so willing to become openly hostile, though luckily for herself, she hadn't yet become that way. 

Nyra trusted Donovan to keep handling this the way he was, especially where he wasn't telling the Moonspear wolves to get out - where she definitely would have.