Hideaway Strath Right before I close my eyes

Nyra's own tail wagged as Arlette's did. Though at her questions, the battlemaiden seemed to darken. Not in any sort of anger, but...sadness, perhaps? Disappointment maybe, in the entire situation. 
The Overseer took no offense to Arlette's words, instead sighing deeply with a long silence as she tried to figure out her words, her answer. It would be the truth regardless, but sometimes putting one word after another is hard. 

"Simmik and I haven't ever really liked each other." Nyra responded at last, an exhale. "She didn't really like Kynareth to begin with either, but Kyn seems to have made some sort of an effort to appease her, and I haven't. I'm honestly still confused about why Kynareth brought her here in the first place, but she seems to think she's all special and gets to challenge my authority just because Kynareth is having pups with her." The latter sentence had some spitfire to it, but not at Arlette in any way.
Jealousy, perhaps? Not that Nyra would ever want to admit it. 
"So, after a good many of instances with posturing and aggressive body language on both ends, I decided I'd had enough. And I attacked her." She admitted, but not with pride. Not even with a casual tone. The Overseer sounded...tired?
Would she ever apologize? That was to be seen. 
Probably not though. In her mind, at least at the moment, Simmik deserved what she got, if not a bit worse. And Nyra herself was a proud wolf, so getting her to admit her wrongs directly to her victim would probably be like trying to pull teeth from a wild cougar.