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Fury heavily considered pressing the issue, but the devious part of her desired to give the girl a hard lesson.
To see what all this young wolf would do, could do, in her naivety, before the truth inevitably was uncovered. Or, until the poor child got herself killed in Fury's name. Whichever came first...

So, she let out a sigh and gave a soft, dry but yielding huff.
"I suppose you're right..." Fury rumbled with a smile that told of some form of relief.
"What's your name, girl?" She asked, swishing her tail softly a time or two.