Bitterroot Valley I miss the misery

Nyra perked her ears high and raised her head immediately as the bark carried over the distance. 

The figure looked...different. 
Canine, somehow, but different. 

Nyra distantly recognized the smell of human, but it was so faint from where she was, that the Warmaiden assumed that any two-legs were long, long gone and far away.
The giantess lowered her head a degree or two, forcing her hackles to stay somewhat flat. After all, she was still recovering from Ursus. 

"Hail!" Nyra called in return, an acknowledgement further that the she-dog had been heard, and seen. 
The pale she-wolf prowled a few yards closer, but no further just yet. 
Just enough to try and seem approachable and not like a threat. 

Under different circumstances, she might've been a threat. 
But right now, she was a neutralized one. 

A fallen queen to a fallen empire. One she seeks to rebuild someday. 
Hopefully soon...