Hideaway Strath mushroom tea got my ego bruised

Fury had had an inkling that their newest Thrall would not stick to only the Strath, and would wander.
An amused hum as she looked up towards the borders at Tracker's call.
His first task was a test of sorts, though she knew he would not know as such.

She would test him again, she decided.
Maybe sooner than later...

Fury eventually prowled through The Gates and stood the dictionary definition of a Sovereign, tail high over her hips, ears forward and burning amber gaze expectant for an answer as she looked with scrutiny at the dark man and eventually slid her wicked gaze to the coywolf that was her newest body.

"Explain." She drawled in a rumble. 
The order was for both men, and her aura was the danger bell that warned not to heed her.
It was in both their best interests that at least one of them start talking.

Test number two for Tracker in progress. 
Lights,
camera...
action!