Bitterroot Valley I miss the misery

Nyra maintained her own pose of somewhat-casual, somewhat-on-guard.
It seemed the dog caught on pretty quick that a shit ton of wolves were close by. 
An alliance of two packs, to be exact, though Nyra kept this part to herself, at least for now. 

"I used to, but in lieu of recent events, I'm currently forced to stay close to the pack I'm in. Call it a safety precaution." Nyra responded. 
Given that the shewolf was scarred and probably smelled of blood still, even if faintly, she assumed the she-dog would catch on that Nyra wasn't in her best physical state. 

If not, oh well. 
"My name is Nyra." She offered after a beat or two, hoping to try and ease tensions a little. Assuming this canine was as powerful as she looked, gaining her trust would only be a benefit for the monolith's ambitions.