Cedar Sweep I don't make amends

Fury smiled softly at Vex's snicker. The information offered was intriguing, and this much Fury allowed to show on her face. 
Simply, interest. 
The warmaiden's ears perked forward to help show this, especially as she began speaking after the Cruor Queen told of the mountain pack's trespass. 
"I assume they didn't know, at first, that any neighbors were nearby. One error of trespass may be all it takes for them to leave you alone, unless they are both bold and stupid enough to do so again. As for your goal, I can only relate so far as wanting to kill those who have wronged me." Fury offered in return.
"I myself have plenty of enemies across these wilds. I will, to my disbenefit, admit not all of my past actions have been smart, in that regard. It was haste that damned me the first time The Saints stood solid."
She wouldn't share the complete history of her pack. After all, it originally wasn't hers to begin with. The Saints of the Dying Light had been Kynareth's before he bailed on them all in the midst of war. And before that, his father's in lands beyond those of the Teekon.
She would not just yet exted the offer for an alliance. Perhaps it would be beneficial, but she also erred on the side of caution regarding joining the Cruor Queen in her efforts to obliterate her kin. 
"To answer your question though, no, I haven't heard of any Violante or Vorilye Cruor." 
If Fury had explored the outer lands more often when she was part of Blackwater, she might have been more helpful. But this wasn't the case so far.
All of this shared, the Warchieftain would return the verbal spotlight to Vex.