The Sunspire I see fire, burning the trees,

"I couldn't care less for your threats." Nyra blinked calmly and spoke just the same, unfased by Orlaith's obvious boiling. She let out a bored yawn "This is again, neutral land, my dear. You're best off to remember which lands are and are not yours. Being threatened by one's mere existence seems more damnable than existing itself. That's so much lower of a place to be than where you put us, y'know?" The White Witch shrugged at the last of her words and turned, trotting off down the mountainside back toward home. 
She spared a fellow packmate from getting harmed. Her impromptu mission was therefore complete, in her mind.