Firefly Glen Monster in Disguise

For a wolf confronted by three others, who openly admitted to being a part of a heinous pack of murderers, Nyra was unnervingly calm. Bronco should have felt confident, knowing that he, Hydra and Keres outnumbered the Saint three-to-one, but instead he found his pulse racing as he waited for so much as a gesture from his alpha to signal an attack. Instead, though, he found himself listening in, an incredulous statue- as the Saints' alleged spy told them everything they needed to know. 

But was it a lie? She didn't flinch, and faced by three wolves that could easily overpower her, he doubted she'd risk trying to lie unless she was an expert at it. He'd simply have to rely on Hydra's ability to do so, as he neither knew Nyra, nor could he tell if she was lying. He tried to decipher why she might tell them so much- as they could then go on to take this information to the Saints in an attempt to broker for some sort of alliance by outing their mouthy spy. He also felt they owed it to the wolves of Neverwinter to warn them that the Saints had sent a spy in their direction- though for all he knew, Nyra could have actually been sent to spy on Moonspear. Perhaps she was telling them her orders in an attempt to curry favour with Hydra, so she might be welcomed into their midst. At the end of all those possibilities, Bronco could only come to one conclusion. He did not trust Nyra- and did not want her going anywhere near Moonspear or Neverwinter.