Falls of the Hinterlands Do you doubt it's yours?

Nyra herself is a beast, though maybe not to the extent her Lord is. 
The way she prowls and holds herself mirrors Kynareth at least subtly.
They are blatant, stark equals in being absolutely huge and corded with hard muscle. 

As the Shieldmaiden patrols with her alpha, lending her aid in marking their borders and the sweep of cedars, Nyra too catches the two scents. 
Nodding curtly at Kynareth's words, she follows at his pace, coming up next to him as they approach the Falls, her inferno hues landing on the form of a she-wolf that looks almost like an exact mirror image of herself, and another. 
Both are strangers to Nyra, and Nyra to them. Though at Donovan's lethally smooth tone she glances to him briefly before returning her molten gold gaze to the she-wolves before them. 

While Kynareth speaks, for the moment at least, Nyra remains silent.