Golden Glade Monster That I Despise

"Congradulations on finding a pack," Nyra praised. She meant it, despite her voice. She didn't always keep an eye on how she sounded when she spoke, but the congrats was genuine. 

A pinch to her shoulder; no big deal, right?
Well, for the time being...yes. No biggie. For Wren though? 

...Maybe.

Once the brunette's teeth are on the Harbinger, Nyra pulls a version of one of her favorite moves - quickly grabbing Wren close to the throat, Nyra bulldozes under her opponent, flipping the girl head over tail in a messy, sharp front-flip.