The Sentinels She plays a thrilling violin, painful and sweet

Furiosa perked up, watching carefully as a coal and silver knight approached, her trot light and confident in a mindful approach of the tarnished wraith lingering just beyond the Sentinels. Despite finding that this was a woman— and consequentially of no use to her breeding wise— she felt no less impressed by the she-wolf's full-figured build and the luster of thick, healthy fur. A sentry of shadow and moon dust; a feminine, argent-eyed Brienne of Tarth.

"Nothing today," the stranger proclaimed; "I'm only here to familiarize myself with the leadership here, on behalf of Teaghlaigh— my Family settling in the forest down the coast." She motioned in the direction of Ravensblood, but unabashedly refused to take her eyes away from the comely creature. "I'm Furiosa."