Hideaway Strath Eyes, blood, bones

Fullvalda. The man mimicked, eyes narrowing slightly. 
A woman leading without a man at her side. An unnatural occurrence. 
His circling ceased. Heavy eyes now bore against her. No husband has taken your hand? You lead on your own? Disdain was evident in his tone. She would not enjoy his lecture, but Fenrir was not one to hold back on his thoughts and lessons.
Come now, Nyra. By now, you should know better than to resist our customs to such a degree. It is not proper to a woman to lead alone, let alone be above other men. Were my lessons completely disregarded? A disappointed father. What else could he be?