Ankyra Sound They call me Mr. Tibbs!

Fury, as usual, was patrolling. Sticking close to the claim she has in mind when she's not within the reaches of the Sound itself. She takes great care to comb the forest next to the cliffs; the trees that were the only pathway to the beach. 

The Daywalker is upon the cliffs this day, when she sees a man, big, like her. 
Muscular, like her. 
She's interested in seeing what he's all about.
Seeing if he'd join her in her goal. 

She chuffs softly as she prowls closer, stopping a couple yards away from him to overlook the sights. 
"Beautiful, isn't it?" She purrs, an offering of the start to a conversation. Hopefully, a recruitment.