Falls of the Hinterlands Do you doubt it's yours?

The two women back away, keeping their fangs toward Kynareth and Nyra as if they are a threat before running once enough distance was put between the giants and themselves. 

At the moment, seeing Simmik and Vallkyrie retreat in such a manner was a compliment of sorts for the Shieldmaiden. An acknowledgement, however hate-filled, that the Saints meant business and by extension, that any threat a Saintswolf made to an outsider was not an empty one - it was a promise awaiting opportunity to be fulfilled. 

Kynareth's words earn a malicious grin from Nyra. With her teeth already on display, a smile added on just made her look straight-up batshit deranged. 

Not that she wasn't, but Nyra either didn't know or just flat out didn't care that she was fucked up and every bit the monster her Grandmaster was, despite her never having committed some of the crimes he had. 

She stays by his side, her tall, powerful stance never faltering as she watches the two women disappear from sight.