Boartusk Heights Klatre

Cameo for now from Fury! Unless interacted with ofc lol

A call came for Maiken. 
The Warchief didn't know the voice, deciding to investigate why a stranger called for one of hers.
Fury followed at a distance behind the Medic, stopping just inside the edges of the trees to listen as Maiken began speaking to a man as tall and imposing as Fury herself was. 
The Warqueen recognized the tongue the Medic spoke, and the words. 
Norwegian, one of the languages of her birth place.

Fury would remain quiet as the two conversed, watching, listening from the shelter of the trees and underbrush. 

For now. 

She wasn't concerned with being seen. It was bound to happen at some point,  especially where the Warchief was herself a towering mass, and pure white, to boot.