Hideaway Strath held him down, broke his neck

This stranger seemed...rather displeased as she approached.
Not that Nyra was truly wounded by the almost sickly-ill look in his eyes, he wasn't a Saint, nor was he a wolf she had met before...and therefore, couldn't really give a shit about, opinion-wise. 

But, he was being pleasant as he introduced himself, and got cut off as her Grandmaster approached, so, she would do the same.

Or...try to, at least. Her track record for being civil with outsiders, or even other packs, was...messy, if not chaotic. One minute she could be cooperative and gentle - the next, she could be going for your throat with the intent to kill. 

Pleasantries exchanged, Nyra decided to stay silent and allow Donovan to lead their conversation.