Hideaway Strath Firestorm

Nyra huffs with amusement at Donovan's mock disinterest, turning her head some as the Grandmaster acknowledged Whrist's presence. 

Ah, that one. 

Whrist had won their spar, even if it was a close call, and therefore, if Whrist had voiced the desire to settle the score with Nyra...the behemoth woman would've straight up laughed at her. 
But so far, the pitch female remained silent. 

With a low rumble, the Shieldmaiden prowled for the herd, scanning the collection for one that would be easier to kill.
So far, there was only one. 
This doe was nursing her right foreleg a bit. Enough that Nyra could assume the injury was close to healing, but not there yet. 

While Kynareth took to one side, Nyra stayed on the other - steadily assuring the deer would be isolated from the safety of the herd once the chase began.