Black Morass wild women

The dog was childlike in her own way, fae-like even with her songbird laughter. 
Fury allowed a soft smile as Sovereign accepted Nala's indulgence with a bold, loud puppy bark. 
Cute,  more so than Fierce.

"I am Fury. I claim this valley with my pack, The Saints." She replied in turn, "Our primary obode is the Strath, eastward." 
The Warchief motioned with her muzzle in the direction of her home. 
"My daughters, Sovereign, and Credence." She gestured to her snowy mini-me and the vantablack child respectively.
Then, a consideration. 

"Do you need a home?"