Cedar Sweep Everybody with your fists raised high,

It really was peaceful...

For all of five fucking seconds. 

And then a thick accent erupted from somewhere to her side. Turning her head with hellfire in her golden hues, Nyra speared the Scottish brute with her gaze. 
At first, it was unwelcome, for she was caught off guard, but her ire smoothed over into a hearty laugh. 

"Forgive me for my unscenely border marking, good sir." She jested in return, shaking out her pelt before beginning to approach the ginger male.

"And who might you be?" She purled, a smirk tugging at her lips.