Silvertip Mountain You may feel a slight sawing

She watched with sneaking aggression as a creature of ash and down gently presented herself from behind the cover of a bristling pine. Neither the stranger's gender or words did much to abate Furiosa's natural tendency to offend, though she found herself interested in the girl with the burgeoning eyes, which was enough to have her approach without any stiffened animosity to her steps.

Upon closer inspection, the she-wolf was smaller than herself, and without the cloy of a pack scent carried on her pelt, she was just a sylph in isolation, who mistook this area as a part of Furiosa's kingdom. Unfortunately for her, the pallid terror was not inclined to correct the assumption and instead she ran with it. "I don't like being taken from," she seethed, taking a step forward, and bidding with dark eyes that she submit to banshee, or suffer for her indiscretion. "Do you plan to repay me then, for what you took? Because we could maybe work something out..." Unless you prefer things to be done the hard way.