Praise his name

"Speech"

Nura had stuck relatively close to her nephew's old lands, wandering further westward as her whims took her. Her paws met with hard, stone earth, the stench of sulfur telling her she had found herself upon a fiery mountain; aged scents of many wolves trapped within the pock marked stone. The woman had a life time's worth of patience, though she still wondered when Archon may seek her out to bring her into his flock.

Despite her strong desire to eventually find her way back to her sister's side she had told her nephew she'd offer her skills and she had the resolve only certainty she was fulfilling her role as set out by the gods could give her.