Hideaway Strath where the numb meets the lonely

Fury's gaze glinted with interest at this information. A woman in the Taiga who searched for...a big white woman named Nyra.

Her. 
Who she used to be, anyway.

Fury kept this fact close to her chest and well out of sight.
"Doesn't trying a bell. We're a militaristic pack, but we've been keeping to ourselves. Haven't met any strange faces around, except for you." She said in turn. A lie, in small part, but a necessary one for now, she felt.