Hideaway Strath Whims of Fate or was that strings?

In truth, Nyra considered very few individual wolves a threat. And this black stranger, was not on that list of threatening figures. 
But if Nyra's body language made Whrist think the opposite, oh well.

The direct eye contact however, was unappreciated. Nyra lived here with the rest of the Saints, and this shadowy stranger wasn't a familiar face like the other Saints - so really, Whrist was the intruder. Golden inferno eyes held blue with burning intensity.
No words from the behemoth Shieldmaiden came.