Hideaway Strath Eyes, blood, bones

He knew where the name had come from, but not quite where she'd found the gall to change it. Brunhilde was an old name; one Fenrir never intended to speak of again. Fury seemed to have her own plans. Rather than put it behind her, she would shove her history into the future and make it anew. 

Brunhilde is old and tattered, no longer fit to be used, The dark one replied coldly.

Perhaps he couldn't force her to change it, but he could deeply inflict his opinion. But he'd always done that regardless. 

Enough of this.

Circling back, Fenrir sat directly facing his daughter. It was time for a new topic. So. Tell me of this new pack of yours, The Saints. And of your husband and general. Have you bore children from his blood? Or... perhaps another?

Surely by now she'd experienced at least one litter, for her body was well beyond matured. Even if the offspring weren't that of her current husband, the bloodline must be expanded by some means or another.