Hideaway Strath 'cause it ain't over yet

She had watched his lips curl as she spoke her words, inwardly bracing to defend herself, and even now she was still tense, ready to spring should he still attack her. 
Nyra watches him with a steady hellfire in her gaze as he speaks, his claim to understand where she's coming from, why she attacked Simmik. 
Wolves to spare? He was right, they currently had none. Every member counted, especially for the upcoming war. 

At his request to be more careful, the Overseer sighed softly and nosed very lightly at his muzzle from the little space left between them. "I care for all our packmates, Kyn. Even your wife, even though I chomped on her. Perhaps..." She sighed deeper, slanting her ears back for a brief second, "I suppose I'm just shit at showing it..."