Hideaway Strath Iron tight

Fury woke at some point to the sound of distant snarling. It sounded like a struggle of some sort, but no other snarls accompanied the sole noise.

A battle cry in that same distance made Fury nestle her cubs into the very back of the den. To their protestant whines, Fury soothed, murmuring she would return to them.

Then the Warchief sprinted for the sound she was hearing within the Strath. 
A scent soon accompanied her, made her run faster.

War.

War! 

Fury skidded to a stop a few yards from the she-giant, tail swaying with relief and joy.
"War...?" Fury called to her over the small distance, eyes full of familiarity and warmth. 

Love.