Hideaway Strath it's the god of cigarettes and youth

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Fury was patrolling the northern borders when she caught a scent.
A scent not of the pack.
Trotting through the Strath with her tail held high, she eventually came upon the young man.

She stopped a few lengths from the boy, eyes inquisitive instead of murderous.
"This is the home of the Saints. I am Fury, their leader. What can I do for you?" She introduced, voice toned to be somewhat softer as to hopefully not scare the boy away.