Golden Glade Monster That I Despise

It seemed...Wren probably had a different idea of friendly sparring than Nyra did? She couldn't tell for certain, but she had a feeling this wasn't what the brunette had in mind.  Not that Nyra was an excelling master at reading others, but despite being Miss Murder she had...some empathy for her partners. 

.....Oops. 

To Nyra, a friendly spar was a bar or two down from real fighting - just not making one's opponent bleed on purpose or trying to kill them.
Deciding to play it safe, the Harbinger shook off the burning sting on the back of her neck from Wren's fangs - not an easy thing to tune out, mind you - and approached Wren some, slanting her ears back with a soundless apology evident in her golden eyes 
"...Perhaps I was a bit too rough there...I apologize." She dipped her head to Wren, deeper than she would have on any other given day. 
This time, she loosely circled Wren for a moment, closing in to clash with her shoulder-to-shoulder. If she dodged, awesome. If not, maybe the two would tussle for a second? 

Who knew.