Hideaway Strath Dark of Soul, Strong of Body

Fury heard the howl from her den.
It was a stranger, she noted this as she ordered her daughters to stay within the den, trotting off to see who stood at their borders. 

It took her a while, but the pale giant eventually came to stand before an older male. He held himself with potential though,  and she was nobody to judge others based on looks alone. 

"This is the home of the Saints. I am the Warchief, Fury. What can I do for you?" 
Her tone and posture held authority, but otherwise she was impassive and expectant of an answer. 

it's perfectly OK! Not many things bother me <3