Hideaway Strath A freak, a wh*re

Nyra would be leaving, at least for a little while, once Kynareth and Derg returned.
But for now, the Shieldmaiden was in charge while the alphas were at Moonspear.
And at the moment it was all too tempting to use that privilege.

Hmm...why the hell not? 
"Your ex isn't here, Sasha." Nyra chuckled cruelly, standing back up and pulling herself into a fully dominant stance, her tail raised as high as it could go.
An inferno-gold gaze as unforgiving as death itself. 
"He has more important things, and more important wolves to attend to than the likes of you." The behemoth purred, a voice smooth and dripping like tainted honey as she circled the golden-laced dog with pure killing intent. Did Nyra truly plan on taking Sasha's life? No. The phoenix-wolf would leave that to someone else, someone far more deserving of the opportunity. 

Someone that would truly make Sasha hurt. 

But, as of the moment - Sasha didn't need to know that Nyra wasn't going to finish what she started. In fact, Sasha needed to feel secure in this place for the great plan to work. 

She needed to be in fangs reach. And paranoia might make her leave before that could happen. 

But that didn't mean Nyra couldn't have some fun.
"For all you know, every cache full of food you come across has been poisoned. But if you dont eat, you grow weak. And if you are weak, you are so much easier to kill." The Shieldmaiden rumbled with a touch to her tone that could've been considered anything from psychotic to dangerously insane. 
"I would take that risk, if you really want to stay alive." Nyra chuckled, lunging at Sasha.

Or so it seemed. 

In truth, Nyra didn't even touch Sasha this time.

She may have come close, but her giant paws fell upon the rabbit, which she took in her teeth and tossed, where it would hit against Sasha's chest and then to the ground. 
A sinister gleam went through Nyra's golden orbs as she stared Sasha dead in the eye before grinning cruelly and loping away, back into the trees.