Black Morass mujhe chod ke, mujhe chod ke

He lurched away from her offense again, and she held her aggressive pose as he spoke, ready to advance again.

But, the older man seemed keen on defusing the situation instead of making it worse. Hesitantly, Nyra lowered her hackles and sheathed her fangs, adjusting her stance into a more neutralized stand instead of the aggressive hunch she had before.

Her hellfire gold gaze also seemed to lose their murderous sheen. Wary, slightly, but otherwise, she didn't intend to look like she wanted to eat him.
And it was now, finally, that she spoke. Though she wasn't sure if he had any affiliations to the enemies of the Saints, she would not, at least not yet, disclose that there were children in the Strath. One could not be too cautious.

"If you're lost, I'll show you the way out." Nyra rumbled, motioning with her muzzle as she began walking at a slow-ish pace through the swamp. A glance back his direction to see if he would follow.