Hideaway Strath salt, sweat, sugar on the asphalt

So Nyra's response, licking his snout he would wave the tail behind him, relaxed at his backside as usual but unnaturally curled up at the end for any full fledged wolf. Much of his unknown German Shepherd upbringing showed. The newcomer gave her name, to which her silvery eyes moved between them. Eyes which shined like the stars in the night sky which was her body. A little smile touches the corners of the half-breed's boxy muzzle. Nyra at his side introduces herself, welcoming her to the pack. She does not however answer her question and the 'night stalker' (serial killer name intended) realized after a moment that she was leaving him to do that. 

To her question, the thinmam shook his head silently to her in a 'no'. He juts his muzzle towards the middle of the mountain chain which arced around them. The heart of the territory is not far, so you should be good here. Many of our ranks are guardians and so they spend much of their time around the outskirts of the territory. Not many of them spent the majority of their time in the territory itself, but around it and the adjoining  lands. Donovan, Nyra, Derg...they were usually out and about. It was likely so Nyra had been doing such that when she came upon them. Would you like a paw? He offered and his gaze drifted to the densite she was working on.