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Truthfully Nyra had no reason to be near Donovan's den, but she had caught a new scent overnight and was coming to investigate.
This new fellow seemed rather angry. 
With a furrowed snowy brow, the titaness paused to try and assess the situation, eavesdropping on the conversation, watching as the smaller, slate-colored male got in Renard's face with a wobble of his hind legs. 
She glanced between them and softly cleared her throat as she came much closer with a quiet, calm voice "Gentlemen...you don't need to fight. I don't think the Grandmaster would appreciate one of his own laying in a pool of blood outside his den, regardless of who it is." 
In reality, Nyra didn't know if that was true, but she wanted to stop a fight if she could manage. 
"Besides, if you two go at it now...if we ended up getting attacked by one of our enemies anytime soon...you will need your strength. It's hard to defend yourself if you are already hurt." 
Nyra glanced at Clay as she pointed out the hardship of fighting while injured - a wordless gift of advice to him to back down, at least for the time being. Her golden gaze was kind upon looking at his face.