Orlaith counted herself as a loyal, diligant guard and prided herself as such. Whoever was an enemy, she often would take it with an issue regardless whether it was her land or not. An enemy needed to know she was ready to take them on, and let them know they are definitely not wanted within the lands. She felt if one was attacked on a daily basis, it would give reason to move.
If no one wants you, why do you live near them?
The wolf couldn't understand the saints in their line of thinking. She saw the leader as a damn Fool, especially with his barbaric words. They seem to flow 'nicely,' but it was but a sham that Orlaith saw. If he truly cared to be at peace, he wouldn't have moved into the mountains, with Yuelong's allies lingering by. A real fool, she thought, and a horrible leader.
His companions were no different. Riley was a buffoon, who crossed the border and shamed their land- now there was no reason to be at any peace. Who would dare follow a man who causes chaos at the coast, and at the mountains as well? She could only think of them as lunatics.
Today it rained, feeling like it represented her murky and fustrated mind. Orlaith skulked out of the forest, and climbed the slope that looked down to the willows, feeling for a refresher. However, doing so.. Another was there, and an obvious smell to his being. Her fur bristled, as a snarl crawled back, letting him know she is there.
"Orlaith, guard of Seelie Court," she said, confirming his question, "and why is a saint so close to our borders?" She hadn't meant to come across one, and didn't think that would've happen. She only wanted to take a breather on the slope, but instead had the misfortune of coming to the enemy himself. It seemed she had a constant streak of meeting them- and fighting them.
The flaming wolf prowled closer, a glare to her olives, and a dominating posture to the man as she begun her circling.
"Leave," she demanded with a snarl. Despite what was said to be neutral territory, it was far too close to the willows. It'd be one thing if it was a random loner, she wouldn't set such wariness over, but it was an enemy that dared to come forth, "you are too close to the court," she said even more-so.
She stopped dead in front of him, rising up with head held high and glare to her olives. The man of browns and lavender looks, a pretty boy, but one of them, she couldn't be friendly with such a savage.
She didn't understand what he meant, and only narrowed her eyes, a spiteful fire coming forth, "I don't care if it's neutral- you're kind isn't wanted in the mountains, and definitely so not near the court." She crept closer, all too careful to lunge froward. However, while not showing with her flaming spirit, she held a hesitation.
Orlaith fighting had only proven to be reckless it seemed. Disrespected by cougars, by intruders, by other packs! She was getting sick of it- and it all stemmed from her rage within the belly. She could feel herself nearly snap, in a want with his neck between her jaws. But she was learning.. Slowly..
But if he didn't leave she was fucking attacking.
Wow.
Talking worked.
What a surprise, that she raised a brow to. Though.. She couldn't tell if that was sarcasm, because while they said so, there wasn't any movement given, "then get up and fucking leave." Orlaith barked at them, an order like a commander. They were definitely on edge by this man who seemed to have a taunt to his words, and she didn't have time to play mind-games, or even the care.
Those with silver-tongues were always the most irritating.