Redsand Canyon winnowing

As the Grandmaster watches Nyra eye down the golden pharaoh, he wonders why she distrusts him so. Perhaps he should be jumping on that band wagon, but it’s not a custom for him to blatantly not trust his pack mates unless given reason to. So far, he has not given him a reason to. 

So as Nyra moves to stand next to him, Kyn would nod his agreement. “You’re dismissed.” Are is only words spoken in a casual way.