Boartusk Heights Klatre

Fury particularly felt like rubbing salt in the wound with such a brazen, moronic man.
After Maiken said her piece, the Warchieftain gave a wolfish grin to the black male as she spoke the Nordic tongue to him. 
 
"I claim this entire valley and its surrounding mountains. You, a stranger, call for one of my pack, and by extension, you call for me. I protect those under my authority." She rumbled while prowling up next to Maiken with an eerie calm. Her face and eyes were impassive.

In his eyes, her display was a waste.

In hers, this was part of her kingdom.

And she would make him bleed if he couldn't wrap his mind around the situation.
If, by chance, he at all thought he was the only one here who was dangerous, he would be proven wrong swiftly.

Savagely. 


She would stop herself with what was already said. There could've been more, but Fury, ever the tactful one, would keep her emotions under strict control. She was only doing as was necessary as a leader, like Maiken had pointed out.