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Fury looked upon her father with a hard stare as he came to her, obviously seething.
He spoke his issue clearly and with a cooled tone she would respond
"You want to rise in my ranks? Then you will do so as everyone else with the ambition will. With effort." Her tail held high over her hips, the Fullvalda considered the options she would give to Fenrir...

"Here is my compromise on the issue you bring to me today. I want you to go on a mission for me - shed the scent of Hildibrandr and travel the Wilds. Take note of which packs are where and bring any information you acquire back to me. The crucial part is to not mention Hildibrandr in any capacity and deny any knowledge about us that may be asked of you." 

She paused for a moment before adding "Nobody outside of the pack knows of me by Fury, or by us as Hildibrandr. They will know of our past name, The Saints, and of me as Nyra. It is absolutely crucial you do not give anyone anything about us. Do this, and I will promote you to Freyr. Does this sound acceptable to you?" 

She would remain standing firm and regal as she gazed upon Fenrir, attentive to his reactions.