Bonesplinter Ravine Lost in translation

Nyra had been on patrol at this point in time, making a trip through to the ravine where Simmik was being held captive. 
The scent of two strangers filled her nose. Hackles raising fully, the Harbringer's golden inferno eyes blazed with icy, murderous intent as she threw her head up and let loose a call to arms for every wolf within their impenitrable mountain bowl, who shared the name Saint - @Kynareth Deagon, @Derg, @Hemlocke, @Leigh, @Zsuzsa, @Arlette, @Gilead, @Sasha Deagon and @Kamuri. @Whrist and @Evelynn were currently away as far as the Harbringer was aware, but the howl rang for them too if they could hear and come forth. 
As soon as her call began to fade, Nyra made earth, dirt, pebbles and snow fly as she dead-sprinted toward the first wolf she could see out of the two scents she caught - a black and cream female.
The Shieldmaiden slammed into them full force with teeth flying. If she hit Effie like she was aiming for, nice. If Rye got in the way, oh well. She'd maul him first then, at least until everyone else arrived.