Hideaway Strath gypsy girl, where have you been

it's all good my dude, get in here! :3 Keeping it, somewhat, vague about their spat/spar for now but going off the basis that they did fight in their last thread. Lmk if anything needs editing! <3

A quick smile flashed over her features and her tail gave a little jump, as if it wished to wag but the Saluki was striving to remain focused and stern like a true warrior might. Milky opalites flickered up to Nyra, mimicking the way she tucked her chin lower. 

"Aye, zat vould be very unfortunate," she chuckled along with the Overseer's quip, knowing that her own muzzle was scarred from such an occurrence -- though it had been instinct that told her to protect her jugular then, not the teachings of a fearsome Saint. 

Just then, the wind shifted ever so slightly and brought a vaguely familiar scent to her rosebud nose. The stance Nyra had taught her tensed, becoming more natural, as the milkmother turned -- cold silver coins landing on Whrist. 

There was no aggression in her gaze, nor anything definitive really. Only a wary detachment, an edge like that of a flint spear. I'm watching you, you crazy bitch.