Orlaith was on the rougher side, compared to the quiet, angelic fairies. Her father was a warrior, a guardian to the fae-folk, and she diligently followed his foot-steps as the only child. Her mother was a quant, quiet woman of gentle nature, loving a rougher male. Though her closeness to nature didn't fall completely, she still had an incling, a thankful nod to her motther.

Where she fought with @Ying a few times as sparring partners, the place seemed to almost howl to the fire wolf. It gave her an eerie feeling which she didn't like too much- and now, she found another place quite similar. The mountain top that was across the Emberflame Ridge, and moreso near the Lone Star Mountain.

There was signs of falling of the land, though the little that happened was so long ago, she nearly would've missed the remains. There was a few scorch marks when digging up a few areas too- almost like the land itself seemed to be cursed. She felt otherwordly with this unnatural shiver she felt to her spine.

It seemed like the earth was going to howl and split open, taking her down to depths, her remains be swallowed with others.

Orlaith was on edge when she stepped to the land, and felt alert, she seemed to be set off by any movement.

The mountain enough caused her tension, but when she felt a burning gaze at her back, it gave unnerving shivers. Turning around, the flaming wolf locked eyes with a silver beast, he looked as if he had found some prey. Despite the unease she stayed afloat, her head held high with pride, and a look of a narrowed arrogance to her face.

She wasn't sure how to address this foe- he produced nothing that seemed friendly, but didn't seem to hold any intentions to attack. All he looked like was a primitive wolf, found his rabbit. She didn't appreciate being treated as if she was some sort of meal, and looked toward the male with a silent anger.

It felt like they were sizing each other hope.

Her demenour turned into disgust rather quickly as the man approached closer with clearer intentions. Her absolutely repulse was clear upon her golden face as she took a few step backs into a unsettling creep. More intimidated all else on the obvious intent produced, she was throughly creeped out by this stranger.

Awkwardly so, she coughed, "What do you want," but the words were hissed out more in a sharp growl then a short-pause of a friendly poker-face. A demand of answer. She couldn't even hide her displeasure over the gray man well enough to ask nicly for an answer, in a hope to a more friendly end, then what his intentions were to be. 

She was flight or fight right now, and for once, Orlaith was leaning toward flight.

The silver stranger stroked her ego, while pushing himself with a prideful stance. Orlaith could not read when someones looked in desire, and found it disturbing more or less She chose to remain unbetrothed in the court, but also wasn't particulary wanted. The warriors sought her out, but she didn't see any strength within, and nor' did she appreciate them treating her like a delicate object. The others saw her as a barbarian, a woman of fires then of the gentle sea-fae's, or the wind fairies, even though earth ones were more preferred then of her nature.

"Thank you?" She was still standing a bit aggressive, but couldn't deny a compliment. Despite.. Feeling awkward with his stare.

More disturbed upon the situation, but also couldn't deny appreciating another warrior, which she assumed he was due to his body, "i'm Orlaith," so she wanted to release the tension of discomfort, "guard of Seelie Court. Who are you?"

And Orlaith saw him as such. If he hadn't presented himself so creepy earlier, she may have been impressed by his words- as in truth there are times where she would nearly say the same thing. The guard prides herself at being the fangs of her court, and keeps it as so. She definitely doesn't like when there are challengers, or those who don't submit to her within the willows.

The fire fae was rather quick to slide toward his side, in attempt to avoid him so, and not continuelly back up from the man, "You are from a Pack, then?" She asked, assumingly so. She was circling him. Orlaith never heard of Merrick, and does not know many of the Packs within the valley. What an odd time to gain information.

"Where is this Pack located?" So she could obviously avoid such crazed wolves. If they took in such a man like him, she could only imagine what kind of ones lurked there. He didn't do anything wrong to say, but more gave her quite the creeps. His stance, his stare, just him gave such a wary feeling. It felt surprising, for the guard who feared nothing.

"My name is Orlaith," she snapped, "not girl." It seemed like a mockery, rather then a ploy of play, "you are a stranger, why would I not avoid?"

"I'm not afraid, but wary of your intentions." She refused to admit it was fear for the wolf, despite the disgruntle feeling she felt swelling within, "you may look strong, but that doesn't matter when you see so.." Orlaith couldn't find an exact word to describe the man before her. She had to pause for a moment, before speaking so, "unpleasant."

His personality was simply off-putting, and while the man himself looked like a strong warrior, the aura he gave off was something she wouldn't be tempted by, "a price?" She said, raising a brow. What kind of proposal could one give?

"Alright, fair." Despite accepting the deal, she did hold some internal hesitation. Orlaith, out of all the wolves, wasn't too confident in her abilities against him. There was something he had, that she didn't, and that was experience. Of course she would never let that be known, so regardless, she accepted the match.

"I'll accept your proposal."

Orlaith prepared herself for his blunt of an attack, a simple blow of mass itself. She expected a simple bull-rush, however he had more experience and instead aimed in a particular area, that had the wolf tilt a little to the side. She was unstable, and opened her eyes realizing upon the fact she was about to fall.

Though as a sore loser, during her downfall, she was quick to snap fangs at him, an attempt to grab anything. She felt that if she was to go down, this would be the quickest spar yet, as she could see him not letting the opening be in vain. It was a fustrating.

"Alright you won!" Orlaith hissed in anger, "now get off!" Usually when an opponent went down, and there was obvious of no escape, the other would politely get off. Instead he stared down, like a hunter with their prey. A deep rumble came from his throat, and only set her off even further. At the point now, she was struggling to remove herself.

Orlaith admitted his strength surpassed her, but she knew it would not be forever. There would be a day she would rise to his challenge again, especially as he gave this humilation. She was impressed, but annoyed moreover by the arrogancy he seemed to hold. Almost surpassing herself, which gave a lowblow to the guard.

She held a grin, despite a failure of a battle, she hit a sore spot. It may not have been the most mature way, but she felt if it went on any longer, Orlaith would've been in real danger. Once he tumbled over in pain, she was quick to scramble upwards, and simply toss away. However, she also, attempted to give one more kick to him,

"I'll win next time," she threatened, before fleeing the scene.