Blackwater Islands Rebirthing

Fury watched the Listener, observed her as she took whatever the spirits did to her in silence.
But to Fury, it was not silent. Though she saw nothing that the Prophet did, she heard the murmurs and fevered purrs alongside vivid visions. 

Rise to lead the Saints again
Rise to lead the Saints again.

Saints.
Saints.
Saints.
Saints.

Her vision was of her with many wolves, a strong pack that dominated at both seaside and inland. 
At the head of it all, sat herself. 
The Sunfire.
The Daywalker.

Fury absently felt the press of blood, though in a jerk of movement from the vision, the press of bloodied paw landed on her forehead instead..

"I must rise to lead the Saints again. They keep chanting Saints; the name of my old pack." Fury breathed, brows knit slightly as she looked to The Listener. What would she take of this message?