Hideaway Strath Hideaway from everyone, most of all yourself

Nyra started to soften as Whrist explained.
Truthfully, the Overseer would be in the same boat if she hadn't gotten her own shit kicked by Kyn, after attacking Sasha.
His damned ex-wife.

The wraith then rose, and Nyra tensed slightly as Whrist slid up one side of her large frame and down the other. 
She spoke of wanting to see her in action, how she smelled her and Simmik's blood one night.

Ah, yes. The night she had forced Simmik to yield for the safety of her pups. 

Letting the shadow rest on her, Nyra sighed softly "It is confusing. He brought her here in binds, and yet treats her differently. I have also been victim to the anger this causes, but for the sake of the Saints, and the future of the pack...we must respect Kynareth's choices." 
The Overseer turned her head some to look at Whrist, seeing how she'd answer.