Almost immediately after Abaddon howled for her, the Sovereign-Queen appeared from the slopes and crags. (Cue DOOM Eternal music here)
Authority rippled through her towering form as easily as her muscles rippled underneath the thick white fur of her form, blazing-gold eyes briefly flitting to her son, but primarily remaining on the stranger as the Warqueen drew closer, stopping a stride or two in front of Abaddon, finally (fully) noticing the owl perched on the stranger's nape.
Glancing to Abaddon briefly with a stern expression, for she knew of her son's cocky temperament and violent tendencies, she held the firm expression on Abaddon for a beat to drive her nonverbal point home, before returning her attention to the pale bunny-butt visitor and their bird; 

"I am Nyra, Sovereign of Hildibrandr; What is your business here?" She supposed Abaddon could learn something from watching how she interacted with strangers - hopefully something like a lesson in diplomacy instead of unnecessary violence? 

By the gods, she could at least hope.