Sunspire Mountains he threw me on the needle bed, across my dress he laid

"Well, suppose I am." She didn't deny it, knowing full-well that many found her overbearing. Though she firmly believed it was simply for their best interest, especially when she shows that nature when it came to her guarding duties, "but only to other assholes." The simpliest of ways. She remembered Memory, one who yet to be accepted, acted arrogant and refused to listen to anyone else except the Queen.

Wasn't simply hot it worked, Orlaith thought. The Queen would be gone at days, what would he do? Laze the fuck around? Not on her watch. Same with others who simply tip-toed into the willows, pissed her off. Then the saints who caused a ruckus everywhere, bigger assholes. 

She only dishes out who deserves it.. Sometimes.

The flaming wolf refuses to admit to her temper.