Kyladriss didn't lower her blade. If anything, when the paladin's attention shifted to her, she tightened her grip. One ear turned around backward and some of her snarl vanished, but that was it.

"Kyladriss of the Ebon Blade," she said by way of introduction. All of her death knight's instincts were screaming for blood and suffering, and the worgen part of her felt distinctly cornered even if she did have plenty of escape routes. She shoved them down ruthlessly. So far, he had yet to attack her. She had no personal argument with the sindorei.