Hideaway Strath Confined in mountain halls, we got too close to the flame.

This poor kid is going to get himself killed here Nyra thinks somewhat bitterly as the silverwhite boy explains himself, barely getting the chance to finish before her Grandmaster is by her side and practically cornering the Fae. 
Sundance is already, obviously, intimidated and a bit skittish. Nyra quirks the ghost of a smile...she used to be just like him, in that way. 
Sniffing at the Seelie Fae's fur briefly, Nyra shuffles through her memory to place the pack he belongs to--or, used to belong to? 
"The scent on him is vaguely familiar...didn't we have neighbors in the Northeast of the mountains before we came here?" Nyra glances to Donovan. Though the Shieldmaiden definitely looks intimidating to some, at her core she doesn't truly want to hurt this kid. Even if her golden inferno gaze showed her inner layers of kindness, she couldn't hold it against Sundance if all he saw in her amber hues was some unholy god of destruction, chaos, and war.