Hideaway Strath I know their beauty's not my lack

Fury herself answered the stranger's call.
Loping with her tail arced high, ears forward. 
She carried herself tall, poised, yet under the surface, to only those with eyes trained to detect such things, there was danger and a predatory nature.

The boy was tall, much like herself, yet he was lanky where she was made with muscled bulk.

"I am Fury, Warchief and Queen of The Saints. Who calls?" She asked, holding an air of expectancy that this young man might explain the nature of his visitation to her kingdom.