He'd been right, as always.

The two men Fury had spoken of weren't too difficult to find. They had been somewhere around the base of the mountains, and with some snow lain about, it had been easy to follow their tracks.

Once the message of Sovereign's return had been relayed, the trio made for the strath in quite a rush.

Returned, Fenrir was the first to send an eager call to his daughter.

Her husband and marauder had been brought back, as promised.

They arrived with haste. 

Fury was quick to greet them. But among the others, Arashi had been the first she'd approached.

He accepted her embrace, as any doting husband would, offering a gentle nudge of his own to her shoulder. But the warmth quickly faded.

Wounds?, He hissed sharply. Of all times to travel, this was the one that almost cost her life? Who has placed them upon her? Has she spoken of her attacker(s)? 

Arashi was frantic—no, furious!

Whoever dared to hurt her... I'll slit their throats and hang them from their tails while their blood seeps out and leaves their corpse dry! No more mister nice guy. He'd had enough.