By now, Nyra was pretty sure her kids were all asleep.
The ones still in her den with her, at least...
Her thoughts drifted to the deceased, her husband Satan, her son Cerberus...then, Oniria....
As soon as a howl floated into the peaks, reaching her perked ears, the Warqueen shoved her thoughts and rising emotions aside, standing with a fluid movement and quietly whisking out of the den, quickening her pace to a fast trot that was almost a gallop - it might've been a true run, if she weren't built like a tank. 

The Monarch paused at the climax of a rise in the lower slopes of her mountains, looking down from some distance, at a she-wolf.
Nyra sniffed the air a few times in the brief moment before she descended the last of the hills, silently swearing she also smelled at least one child that wasn't within her borders already...
She pushed it aside for now, slowing herself to stand, tail held high, a few lengths from the piebald woman.

"I am Queen Nyra of Warcrest." She introduced with a mild incline of her muzzle to her guest(s), and an intentionally somewhat-softened tone that offered interest as well as neutrality; "What can I do for you?" The monolith asked. 
Where normally Nyra would have phrased it much differently, like 'state your purpose' or something, she was less inclined to be hostile with kids potentially present.
She was still a bit raw from the loss of her husband and her son, but that wasn't exactly baggage you just plopped randomly in a stranger's lap.
Her golden gaze remained on the piebald woman for now, assuming if she did have kids close by, that she would introduce them when she was ready (or when they introduced themselves!)