Hideaway Strath Hideaway from everyone, most of all yourself

If she had hands she'd be pinching the bridge of her nose or something. 
"Not gonna cut it, Whrist. We don't just attack our packmates for no reason." Nyra growled sternly.
The times she herself had attacked a packmate...
"You're lucky I found you and not Kynareth. I almost guarantee he wouldn't ask questions before kicking your shit." 

Nyra herself wasn't going to touch Whrist, though she wanted to in the moment. But something told her the outcome wouldn't be as great if she had.