Blackwater Islands Mildewed and smoldering

Nyra wasn't hard to find.
Always moving, always patrolling. 
Rarely sleeping.

She was an active presence, as much as possible.
Listening, watching, guarding, twisting-

She was staring at a dead hawk in the clearing Tulok came upon her on. She watched it with new eyes, berries pulsing in her system, showing her vibrant neon colors that danced and glitched around the raptor-bird.

The rustling of the foliage was what drew her head up, to see Tulok. 

"Tulok. To what do I owe the pleasure?" She was unaware yet of his promotion to Speaker. She wasn't exactly small, so even if she had wanted to eavesdrop she likely would've been found out, with her pale pelt and massive size.

Her gaze returned briefly to the hawk, then returned to Tulok to hear him speak.