Hounds with too much wolf in them make her think of Jorrvaskr so down in her knees Brónach goes until she can look it in the eye, let it get a measure of her. No beast blood left in her but she smells of the hunt under the fresh mud.

"She got a name?"

That buys more time to weigh Nevarra. The blank in her mind at it. Still she can only make a face, rising to her feet again because this isn't the moment to stay crouched in the dirt. "I've seen things like that before, Daedra can use something like it to appear, to come speak."