Ravensblood Forest oh i don't pay for suits

Furiosa licked her chops, conceding to the idea that any form of latency could be useful. "Perhaps... But when it doesn't," the vexing woman purred, "you call me." And though the statement came partnered with a wink, there was nothing but absolute honesty within the phrase. Because everyone would have their role within The Family, one would suppose— and she certainly wasn't the kind to mind playing the bad guy. She'd revel in it, when allowed, but could rein in her chaotic nature for the good of Teaghlaigh and would use it too, for that very reason.

Rising from her squat, she scratched at the ground with all four feet and left grooves in the earth that would forage and cement the pack's accumulating scent; and she listened to Arturo, unabashedly watching him lift his leg. Tail swaying in thought, Furiosa turned her surveying gaze out into the forest. Two others and a child. She would need to do some scouting outside of Ravensblood, for all hapless victims and those who simply needn't stand on their own four feet. Everyone just needs a little Family— it was an easy sell.

She resumed her pace at his side. "So which of them is meant to hold the fort down should you step out?" she asked not after too long, turning a sideways eye on the gang leader. "I only ask, so I know who to challenge," came her more than casual addition.