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As Crowfeather said No, Nyra faced him with a sudden, unwavering baleflame in her intense gaze.
As the boy started to give terms, the Grandmaster interrupted with a deadly ice in her voice, quickly looming closer to invade his space.
"You don't come to my door and give me terms." she purred with the promise of doom, still moving in on him. Smoothly, Nyra pulled into a vicious lunge, aiming her wicked fangs for whatever part of Crowfeather she could hit. Face, ribs, rump, legs, anything. 
It didn't matter to her. She would chase him, maul him, possibly kill him, if she could.
Nyra was giant, sure, but she was also shockingly fast for her size. The speed and stamina came with intense training, and not at all easily.

Her hotheadedness was a price unto itself to pay. But she had no reason to believe Crowfeather wouldn't lie. In her mind, this was better.