Hideaway Strath Where ma fuxkin’ kids at??

Fury isn't expecting the call that rings out. 
She knows that voice.
Right now, she was torn on if she wished she didn't know it.

The Warchief can feel she is almost due. The pups in her womb move as if they're getting restless.

With a protective flare, Fury moves to the borders.

To see him.

She stops a few yards from Kynareth and his wife. Her cold stare flicks to Simmik once as an acknowledgment of her presence, but nothing more.

There are so many emotions flowing through her body right now. 
Anger, joy, betrayal, relief...
Eventually, she speaks, tone edged with hurt.

"Why now?" She asks. Her attention is fully on her ex-co-lead. 
Tears threaten to roll down her face.