Blackwater Islands e sea, silver —

It'd been at least a few days since Nyra and her two followers were accepted into the growing numbers of Blackwater. 

The Warmaiden was also carrying a small kill to a cache when she saw Ingram. Though she didn't recall if the young man ever gave her his name, it didn't matter too much now.

Nyra carried a second rabbit in her jaws when her path crossed Ingram's. She let out a chuff of greeting around the corpse in her teeth, but nothing else passed from her lips as of yet. 

She made to carry on after a brief pause, unsure if the Keeper would stop her for anything. She didn't take him as a conversational kind of wolf...