Ravensblood Forest the seeds of promise

Chusi.

It was her main take from the conversation, seeing as Isley hadn't seemed to have deeply considered reproducing— which was odd to the woman who thought carrying children was the great purpose of her gender— and this was the name of Arturo's stead whom she had yet to meet. She wouldn't spend time seeking out his young ward, however, and imagined that she'd get to know the adolescent whenever she returned. Furiosa no longer expected any of the wolves in Teekon to be anything like her; a shard of icy rock honed to fight for one's right to everything. These were a diplomatic sort, soft and secluded. And she would strive to protect them, as was her instinct towards something that belonged to her.

"Actually, I'll let you two have at it," she mused, knowing immediately that she had stirred the pot when she met Arturo's fiery gaze. Perhaps he hadn't considered how he wanted to handle the children of others either. Surely his own brood would be first priority— but then what of Furiosa? She surely planned to have children for as long as she was physically able, and as she would consistently (and literally) fight for her right to do so, it was hard to imagine that he would want to bar her either. "I want to put something on my stomach before I head out. I'll pass by you on my way out."

Sharkish grin in place, she looked to them both, winking at the Ceannsach before whirling on her way. Ever the passing storm.