Cedar Sweep Whetstone Nails

Fury tried to be more diplomatic, and so far it had worked...somewhat.
Her heart was still bitter at Nala's disappearance, and as the Warchief reflected on her past, she acknowledged a list of thoughts...
Merrick, was he still alive?
Was Ursus still hunting her?

So far they hadn't succeeded, if so.
This calmed her nerves slightly.
After all, Nala was definitely stupid enough to give away their location if she ended up with an enemy. Then again, she hadn't exactly specified to the dog that it needed to be kept a secret....

Fury growled in irritation to herself, looking up long enough to notice the she-wolf fliling her nails on a stone, singing a song.
Gruffly, the Warqueen spoke up "What's the definition of a hero?" She mused, though her face was deadpan and looking a bit on the cloudy side with her slew of internal thoughts that had been a plague recently.