Hideaway Strath And I'll call you when the party's over

Success!
Nyra reveled in cruel joy as Simmik stumbled back and was visibly very impaired by Nyra's hit to her nose. She went forward with the intent to grip Simmik by the jugular, and she did, just as the other woman spoke, yielding the fight. 
She had her teeth in her fur, but she paused mid-bite, listening as the mother-to-be voiced reason. 
With a begrudging grumble, Nyra let go, stepping back to give Simmik some space, tail raised high.
"....I see your point." She sighed irritably, shaking out her pelt. 
"There is no likely about it however. You are pregnant, I can smell it." The Overseer rumbled, "You should go find Arlette. See what she can do for you." The horrid woman concluded, prowling past Simmik to start patrolling again until Kynareth inevitably came to confront her. 
"Good luck with your pregnancy, Simmik. They will be fine pups." Nyra sighed with a pause in her stride. She silently made a decision in her mind to not touch Simmik while she had pups growing in her belly. 
Maybe the two could eventually come to a truce of sorts. Eventually. 
"We may not like each other, but I will protect and defend you and your kids as I would any other packmate." Her voice was tired, she knew her ambush a few minutes ago said otherwise, but she really would defend Simmik and her pups. 
As rough as their dynamic is between each other, the battlemaiden didn't want as much strife between her and her mirror image as she had caused. 

With those words said, she started walking away, unless stopped by word or body.