Bitterroot Valley I miss the misery

Nyra kept a poker-face as the dog caught the smell of blood on her.
A wide circle was being made, to which Nyra watched with intelligent eyes. 
She didn't respond to the goading of the fawn-colored dog, instead analyzing the brazen bitch as she moved around her. 

Yes, Nyra was injured, but less of a threat? Not at all. 
Not if she really wanted to be one.

"My scars are all from different fights. None of which you are currently worthy of hearing about." Nyra responded coolly, easily. 
With that, she would turn and calmly begin to prowl in the direction from which she came. 

She may not have actively been watching Diesel now, but she could still hear the fat paws as they hit the ground.
It was a test of sorts, though it was a test only herself would know about. 

What would this cocky human-lover reveal about herself further?