Bonesplinter Ravine The Art Of Breaking

At Simmik's tired mocking, Nyra simply laughed with amusement.
An evil sound, dark, sinister.
"Perhaps when you've learned some manners like a good girl, you can come out." Nyra shot back airily with a hint of mocking to her own voice. 
"Till then," Nyra sighed, rising to her paws.
It may have seemed like she finally left, but nope. 

Trotting back over, Nyra held a decent-sized rabbit in her teeth as she inched down as far as the ravine would allow her to, dropping it -- or trying to anyway -- somewhere in front of Simmik's snout. 
If it landed on her head in any manner, that part was accidental. 
"You should eat. I may be a monster and no better than Kynareth himself, but..." The Behemoth trailed off, exhaling deeply, "I'm not entirely heartless. Though to be honest with you, I'm not certain I can vouch for Kynareth as far as having a heart goes..." 
She knew her company wasn't wanted, but Nyra wanted to try and give Simmik some sort of hope. Comfort, she knew she couldn't give. Determination though? Maybe.