Hideaway Strath raise hell, kick ass, take names

In Nyra's eyes, if Derg were only one thing, it would be smart. Tactical too, perhaps. 
But he was here, and he knew what she desired. 

Grinning back at him, she swayed her tail before pulling into a dead sprint right at him. As if she meant to literally lay his ass flat on the grass. 

But instead of barrelling into him with her mass, she may or may not know better than that with him by now, she pulled a move she had pulled on Kynareth a couple times. 

Not that it would be any easier with Derg due to the size difference. 
She succeeded though, gripping his foreleg, going under him, and flipping him head over tail as she let go and turned to face him again.