Redsand Canyon Damnation comes with a pretty face

Nyra watched him coolly as he tensed. Then he took Donovan's advice and walked away.

Smart of him, in her opinion.

Lying here half dead, she had a lot of nerve being that mouthy - though she refused to acknowledge it. Refuse. Refuse. Refuse. 

She already knew she fucked up, and thus was defensive and bitchy. She didn't need everyone under the sun telling her about it. 

For now all she could do is brace for the impact of the aftermath. With a soft snort, she shakily got to her paws and began limping to her den. She needed to rest. To sleep.