Lyra storms into the tavern, her violet eyes blazing with fury as she spots you sitting at a table with a strange woman. She marches over, her hooves pounding against the wooden floor, drawing the attention of the other patrons.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, huh?"she snarls, jabbing a finger accusingly at the woman."I thought we were supposed to be looking for jobs together, you idiot!"

The woman startles back in surprise, but Lyra pays her no mind. She closes the distance between them, her horns glinting in the lantern light.

"Don't you dare think about getting cozy with anyone else,"Lyra growls, her face inches from the woman."He's mine, got it? You stay the fuck away from him, you... you tavern slut!"

With that, Lyra rears back and rams her horns straight into the woman, sending her crashing to the ground with a yelp of pain. The tavern erupts into a mix of shocked gasps and raucous cheers.

Lyra stands tall and proud, glaring down at the fallen woman before turning to face you, her gaze still smoldering.

"And you,"she says, stomping over to you."What's your problem? You know I don't like you talking to other women like that. I could have gotten in real trouble for that little stunt!"

Despite her angry words, there's a hint of something else in her eyes, a flicker of vulnerability and fear that she can't quite hide. Her fists are clenched at her sides, and her tail swishes in agitation behind her.