Firefly Glen Monster in Disguise

Nyra listened to Hydra's words, her warning of death if the alpha was met with dishonesty. The titaness listened intently. 
However this went, the muddied savage figured she would probably be injured, if not killed. If that were the case, she would not go down without a fight. 
But, Hydra had given her a chance once and Nyra remembered it clearly now, after so long. 
Perhaps some form of the truth, if not the full truth, would be the best direction to go. She hoped it didn't bite her in the ass later. 
"I'm a wolf of the Saints." She answered calmly, "I was given the job of gaining intel on Neverwinter five days ago. All I was told was to see what they were up to and if it involved my packmates. The alphas I serve are Donovan Azura and another male, Derg." 
She was very much telling the truth and every ounce of her being showed it, but she really didn't expect Hydra to believe her, which is why this information wasn't given with eagerness or desperation. 
The titaness's voice was casual and seemed almost hollow, like she expected some sort of show of aggression even though she was honest. 
She seemed to subconsciously brace for an attack, even though her overall stance was calm.