Hideaway Strath weaver

Fury would accept Nala's comfort.
The tenderness was not something she was used to after many months, but it was a welcomed thing, like an old friend.

Perhaps tenderness was something she missed, felt she couldn't return to after a long year or so of almost nothing but training, and strife. 
Fury felt a subconscious ghost of a smile as Nala drew close to groom her furs.

"Thank you." She murmured gently.