Sun Mote Copse Twinkle Twinkle toes

The Warchief was scoping out the area, taking an elongated patrol through the Sweep.
Granted she would only with caution ever leave the Hinterlands, she was safe for now. 

She felt, at least.

It was with attentive eyes and ears that the massive woman would stop, watching a tiny, lithe woman dance with the motes of the Copse.

It was almost an enchanting sight, but Fury was more focused on attempting to recruit. 

She would let out a chuff to announce she was there, so she didn't seem entirely like some creepo or something.