Hideaway Strath oh rabbit

Nyra's scathing stare didn't leave Simmik even as the other palefur looked to Kynareth. His voice was beginning to sound distant as she took a step closer to Simmik, then another, head lowering to go for the throat like an arrow flying true. 

She was going to lunge anyway, but something in her said not yet, and so as Simmik sneered at her, Nyra mirrored it back, and as she turned, Nyra charged forth the few paces between them and audibly snapped at the air all too close to Simmik's hock. 
But she didn't aim to connect, just to solidify her own promise of Simmik's eventual death. 
Though Nyra would love to kill the frigid bitch herself, and planned on it one day, perhaps fate had other plans? Nobody really knew.

With a sharp but brief growl, Nyra's eyes left Simmik and Kynareth, and she looked back to seek Leigh with a soft smile. Then, she headed her own direction back into the Strath.