Hideaway Strath Eyes, blood, bones

Fury did not resist. She called upon the named child.

They made haste. 

Glittering approval shone within Fenrir's eyes as the girl approached. She was the spitting image if her mother.

The man took a step nearer, observing closely. An image of great strength. You will grow to be strong and powerful, just like your mother and I. He'd forgotten to introduce himself, though he did so purposefully. If Fury wanted it to be known, she would tell her own child who he was.