A howl resonated for him though the canyon.
Nyra.
The white witch who had betrayed their allies and subsequently the Saints.
Kynareth knew what he would have done. Derg would have presented her to Ursus for what she did. He wouldn't allow it though.
And so he simmered away from her.

Though she'd put herself on his usual patrol route today.
He didn't take long to reach her, his small form commanding power in her presence.
She sunk low.
Derg watched her submit easily, looked to see how her wounds were doing.
Not too good, it seemed.
He looked back to her once she'd finished speaking, thinking about his words carefully.
He wanted to lecture her, to tell her how stupid it was of her, why didn't she ask for an escort? Did she eve know of their war? She knew that they were still prickly around the edges, and espeecially after a battle...
He wanted to smite her there and then, but Ursus was a lost cause now.

"As long as you know now." There was no kindness hinting his gaze like usual. He couldn't muster it. "How are you wounds?" He hoped to soften himself by asking, to hear the pain his pack endured here.

He nodded, looking to the falls. 
The birds flitting through the water every minute. He didn't know why they did so, perhaps a bath or something. Maybe it was a way of catching food for them. He may never know. 

He could hear in Nyra's voice the resignation. "How has training with Donovan been?" He wanted to see if she'd advanced a lot. Training the same moves often doesn't make you skilled. It makes you flawless in the one move. There's a difference, and training with one opponement doesn't give rise to much opportunity. 

" Are you well enough for a spar?" He looked back to her, his usually muddy gaze lit up in the sun to create deep pools of honey-amber. He wanted to get a feel for her should some shit happen and he'd have to...
It wasn't worth thinking of

He watched her take position.
She looked like a dejected deer, waiting for wolves to slay it.​
He felt no pity for her.

He'd go easy on her today.

Derg took a bound towards her, wanting to see if she could defend from above as he rose up, creating more force to slam into the back of her head with.

She rose up to meet him. Yeah, it was a surprise, he'll admit, but he pulled himself free before she could complete her move, letting himself swing to the side, giving some distance between themselves.

He moved quicker now, seeing as she did want to fight really, going for her rear leg, as far away from her jaws as possible. She couldn't be as fast as him, and he might make a hit if she decided to attack rather than avoid.

He'd see as his jaws flew for her stagnant rear leg, hoping to pull it out from under her.

She managed to swing herself from his clutches with enough ease.
A good warrior, well on her way to becoming a guardian too.

She didn't attack this time, probably feeling the pressure on her wounds.
Maybe he shouldn't be so harsh, but what would happen if she were a lone wolf?

Derg swung back from his assault, looking to grasp her scruff this time, though not very hard.
He didn't want to harm her too much.

She moved to wrap herself around him, but he wasn't taking any shit now.
She appeared at his side and he, being smaller than her, managed to slide himself across the loose topping of the ground, her teeth scathing his scruff, but letting his momentum propel himself across the ground.

Now here was the thing. Derg was now flat on his stomach with her still standing above him.
But he wasn't pinned yet.
Not being the best equipped to fight with brute strength, he did so with wits.
Derg rolled himself over so he was facing up, ready to kick Nyra in the face should she be ontop him already.

To his surprise, she took his foot into her mouth and started to throw him about! Well, he wasn't about that.
His rear legs peddled to ward off her attack, hoping to get a few shots landing on her muzzle before throwing himself upwards and lunging for her again, hoping to snap up the top of her scruff and push her down.

She rolled, dragging him over and slapping his ass into the sand.
She must be so delighted with herself.
He resisted biting harder.

She dragged herself from his grip and he lunged to take it up again as she came to pin him, aiming to land right on her jugular.

He could see the pain now.
The weariness that was held in her frame, preventing her from even trying to stop him.
The force of his attack pushed her to the ground, and before her back had even met the sandy surface.
He could tell she was spent.

"Sorry. For when you came back that day."
He did feel bad, in truth. He'd snapped when she needed help.
When she needed the support of her leaders, she needed him, and he'd tried to throw her into the bear's jaws.
"If you ever need to talk, I'm always free to lend an ear," he smiled softly, letting her recover. He should walk her back to the dens. Make sure she was ok.

He offered her a soft smile.
His apologies...though he felt like apologised more often than he did, he didn't because he seldom had to apologise.

Her touch brought him back to reality.
She needed assistance, and when she looked to him, he moved forward to offer it to her.
This was his pack.
He owed them too.