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He understood without her scathing reply, which was probably for the better, as Furiosa was quickly losing what little patience she held for this particular brand of pathetic. Had she been raised to enjoy life, rather than merely survive it, she might've been more pleasant company to the sightless male. But as things were, as he continued to show her how unremarkable he was otherwise, the frigid wolf found herself debating at last between her last two options: put him out of his misery, or let Nature take its course— which it had clearly failed to do so far.

In the end, she decided not to waste her own energy in the struggle. "I don't want to have to come back and shut you up, got it?" The last syllable had barely left her tongue before she was turning to travel upwards and onward from the scene. His reply didn't matter. Even if he did start up his song again, Furiosa was not likely to come back.

Not to say they wouldn't meet again.