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Fury watched Nala, whose eyes were wide with fear. 
For herself, or for the stranger, she could not entirely place. 
Both, perhaps?

After the scuffle in the Sweep, Fury had been in a tad of a bitter mood. 

The small man's submission appeased the Warqueen though, and her thundersome growl ceased as she noted his groveling.

"You encroach on my lands, stranger. Rise, let me see who you are." Fury rumbled over the storm. Her voice commanding, authoritative. 
But not malicious. 
He looked like a pale coyote, almost.
Such was the way of a storm like this, she supposed.

Her fiery hues were an omnious ember in the darkness.