Hideaway Strath gypsy girl, where have you been

The Overseer tipped her head to the side as Aerin recalled seeing her in the canyon, when they lived there. And that she left for a time. Probably due to personal matters, no big deal. 
"I must have not paid close enough attention." She chuckled, "I don't recall seeing you around before, in the canyon, but I trust you were there, ghost-foot." She kept a smile on her lips, a light jest made in affections for her packmate, a member of her family. 
Ah, the promotion. Nyra beamed a bit brighter seeing the waif's approval.
"Thank you, yes I...I'm very proud! It took a lot of work to get to where I'm at, and even here, I didn't expect to rise so far." Clearly Nyra was still in some modicum of shock to wake up and realize she was an alpha now, a co-leader to Kynareth Deagon. 
A place she really never thought she'd succeed to be. 
"So, what brings you out here?" Nyra finally asked, having no clue why the midwife was wandering.