Hideaway Strath I got friends in low places

They are ferocious to each other. Massive, mountainous powerhouses, laced with stone-hard muscle and the strength of gods. 
If any were watching, it may have been a mystery as to why or how the Earth and sky were in no way disrupted by the displays of power made during this fight. 
Kynareth Deagon has met his match, and Nyra has met hers. 
Both, with each other. Both, absolute and formidable beasts. 

Before Nyra knows it however, Kynareth is biting and ripping into her, slugging her to the ground with a killer's grip on her throat. Her vision goes black for a while, and suddenly her Grandmaster is hitting her awake with a paw. She whines with pain, quietly, as he moves off of her, gives her room. 

The Paladin stiffly, slowly, rolls onto her side as he speaks, confesses he thought he had killed her, that she had worried him. With an exhausted sigh, Nyra eases herself back onto her own set of big, heavy paws "I, like you, Donovan..." She glances to him with her signature golden inferno alight in her hues, a light smirk on her maw despite her heavy panting "Am not easy to kill." Her smirk falls as she approaches him again, offering an apologetic lick for scaring him like she did. 
"Though I won't deny that I deserved to get my ass kicked." She laughed, "I assume this is the consequence of my ragdolling the golden laced wolfdog this morning?" The question asked just now, is asked with seriousness instead of laughter. She offers no excuse to justify her actions, though if he wanted or was curious, she would explain; "At the execution, she turned on Leigh, with what looked like, to me, the intent to kill her. I did nothing physical then, save for stand between them." A sigh, "I felt justified in ragdolling the gold-laced wolfdog because I don't want her to hurt anyone within our ranks. I fully believe Leigh can take care of herself, but when we killed that girl, she was clearly in a vulnerable place in her mind. I just want to keep everyone safe..." All of her words and intent were completely genuine. Though Nyra felt very little remorse for ragdolling Sasha, she did feel remorse for acting in a way that most likely, as a whole, wasn't beneficial for all the Saints. And for disappointing her Grandmaster. As she spoke, she turned her gaze away and slanted her ears backward a bit.