Hideaway Strath sweet salvation on a dining room table

"Arashi, if it pleases you." 

"It does," Sakari noted simply, the corner of her mouth quirking up into a secretive smile. 

He asked his question, and Sakari nodded thoughtfully. The Strath was an ideal home base for a wolf like her: it was out of the way and protected by impassable mountains, with only a single entry and exit point. For a wolf who often found herself in hot water, this was a good territory in which to cool down. 

She did not say these things. She knew next to nothing about this man, but she gave the answer with which he would best identify, she imagined. "It was Fury," she replied. Although the response was calculated, it was not a lie. "I would much rather be on her team than take the chance of ever finding myself in her way," Sakari noted. Fury had certainly been part of the allure of the Strath. Fury was a formidable creature, and Sakari was glad to be in her circle of protection. 

"Are you her mate?" Sakari did not know the extent of the relationship dynamics here, only that Arashi was of a complimentary appearance and seemed loyal. And that Fury had pups. So she extrapolated.