Hideaway Strath blueblood

Nyra's maw upturned into a malicious grin in some subtle manner. She registered the flit of realization that crossed Teya's face. 

Of course, if Nyra hadn't caught him, she would've been suspicious, but not knowing.
The Raven speaks a bit more, and faintly, the Overseer hears the approach of another. Simmik is there, now. This makes Nyra almost cackle ominously with glee. Surely, Kynareth is sweating heavy now. If he were human he might've shit himself. 

The Empress answers with a tone almost as cold as the Harbinger's own gaze. Though the coldness isn't directed at Simmik like it had been in the past "This woman is here to talk of our recent Alliance with her pack, Brechielant."

Nyra turned her gaze to Simmik then, a flare of knowing in her eyes that she willed her fellow fiery packmate to catch: this woman and Kynareth bedded together. 

She could always say it aloud...something she considered maybe a tad too late.