Firefly Glen Monster in Disguise

Nyra, the last of the Direfangs. So she had a name- and Hydra seemed to know it, which initially brought a bit of relief to the young man, who figured then that as long as this intimidating female was known, then she wasn't likely a threat. He did catch the suspicion in Hydra's tone, though, and his hackles bristled when his alpha uttered a very clear threat. She wasn't taking any chances, it seemed- either with strangers or with wolves whose affiliation she did not already know. He forgot about protecting the chunk of meat he carried with him, and instead focused his attention on the stranger with the goldenrod eyes, stepping forward to Hydra's flank and allowing his lips tp part in a silent threat. If she lied to Hydra, or displeased his alpha whatsoever, she'd have more than just one foe to worry about. 

And while it seemed she was being honest, her message made Bronco's ears prick forward, and he flicked his tongue over his teeth in a silent grimace, a subtle flash of his fangs at the mention of the word Saints. Her deadpan delivery confused Bronco slightly- why would she so carelessly volunteer such information, unless she expected Hydra to grant her some sort of pass simply because she'd been honest? Regardless, Bronco was at Hydra's side, and at his alpha's first move, he too would be pulled into action alongside her or otherwise remain still and silent.