Falls of the Hinterlands in the reign of the lion,

Fury had seen tiny canids before. 
Nala, as an example. 
And she watched one now, the woman smearing blood across her face with crimson-coated paws. 

Quietly, the Warchieftain came closer with an inquisitive rumble. 

It wasn't meant to be a menacing sound, but with Fury's own towering mass, it likely would come across as such.

Piercing golden eyes watched the smaller canine, interested.