Swiftcurrent Creek Over the Hills and Far Away

Fury narrowed his brow in confusion. "Why such an angry wolf? What did do?" The "I" seemed to slip into nothingness when he spoke, his accent thickening. In his time travelling, his mother had been the diplomat, and had such a way with words. Fury had never practiced his orator skills, but he was sure that what he had said wasn't so bad that the wolf before him, no matter how small, should have reacted with such an angry disposition. Maybe her anger make up for smallness, he thought inwardly, trying to figure out what exactly was going on.