Cedar Sweep I'm just burnt out from pleasing you

It seemed the trespasser didn't like getting caught, especially by a powerhouse that was akin to a ticking atomic bomb. 
Or a supernova.

Seeing the ruby-eyed female's hackles raise, Nyra wrinkled her lip slightly to show the tips of her fangs. A warning, especially as Vanity asked if she was looking for something. 
A nerve wasn't stricken, but that didn't mean the Empress' patience wasn't already wearing dangerously thin. 

The white-face moved, probably to try and find a weak point, but Nyra had none. All her wounds from previous fights had healed by now. No part of her was being favored from injury, or anything else. Even still, the Battle Maiden kept her muzzle facing the trespasser, and kept her bulk firmly between the bold priss before her and the borders to the Strath. 

She didn't quite feel the need to use words with this woman. It felt like a waste of time, especially at the moment. 
With her tail held in full dominance, Nyra growled loudly with fully bared fangs and snapped her teeth at Vanity with a slight lurch toward her. 

Another warning, nonverbally written in big, bold letters: Get out, or you. Will. DIE. 

The other option, of course, was showing submission and/or recruiting to Nyra's ranks. In Nyra's mind, at least. She wasn't going to willingly make room for other options.