Lumiya had set forth to the mermaids, giving them a warning to what was. She had been asked to stay behind, and guard, the usual. There weren't too many in their ranks to be trusted with, but Orlaith always counted herself to be ontop of it all. She preferred to loudly claim to be the leader amongst them, and at the moment Aoibh hadn't been around to deny this claim.

However, the flaming wolf was full of fury. She had a raging storm, whirling around in her mind and forcing it onto her limbs. She couldn't leave the territory, not yet. She was like a tornado, as Orlaith could be seen racing around the territory, a rage upon her face. She wanted to do more- fight more, to wage war upon them!

But she couldn't.

All she could do was warn.

Yet she couldn't help warn either.

Fucking hell.

 

She was like an active, she erupted once but looked like there was a second strike coming through. She turned to the lilac lady with such a force, it seemed as if the flaming wolf was a beast that locked upon it's prey. She had to relax herself, for a moment upon realizing it was a simple fae that crossed her unfortunate path. If she had less sanity, perhaps Orlaith would've attacked.

"The Saints," she hissed the words like they were poison, "had an unfortunate encounter with a member, and of their new location. They are close. Too close to my liking." Pride was a bit hurt upon a losing battle that did not finish. Not to mention them moving to a location she had not visited, but it was a probility upon Lumiya's speculations that they were in the desert.

 

"Fought, warned, got scoffed off, came back and told Lumiya." Orlaith refrained  from speaking that it was a near loss, for if she did the fire fairy knew she would grow even more angry. She was huffing and puffing, ready to blow down someone's unforunate nest. She had to hold herself, to refrain from spewing more fire, be it from her claws or teeth.

"Lumiya went to warn our coastal allies." Finally, did she reveal where their Queen had left. It only happened moments ago, but due to the fact the coast was a a few days away, she would be gone for some time. If she wasn't a raging flame, Orlaith would announce she is taking charge until otherwise, especially with the enemy lingering around.

 

"Just beyong the vale, there's a desert just near them, they stake their new claim there." Neighbors to be exact, especially so in the mountain, where space was not far. Prey itself was sparce depending on where one would be, and within these mountains, Orlaith assumed greed to keep the territories to oneself. 

"Removed from the coast only to get closer to their enemies." The fire fae snorted at their foolishness. There was a vast wild, various packs stake claim, yet still so much space to spare. However The Saints, decided they must stick close. Like a thorn in their side, but it seemed as if the group was laughing, and taunting the rest. 

Like they are untouchable.

"Lumiya is warning our allies."

"If it was me, i'd gather them for another warning to leave."

 

"They want to show dominance." She couldn't help but think their relocation was a simple gesture of their kindness. It was a simple flipping off to the other wolves that in reality they do not care what the neighbors think, or else The Saints wouldn't have moved so close, "Arrogant." She hissed out with disdain over their haughty behavior. Later, Orlaith would be proven simply how concieted they truly are.

"Theyre slick with words," she huffed, not blaming the lilacian wolf, "to cover up a false facade of self-importance." However perhaps the meeting with their leader should've been hidden, as it seemed to rile up the flaming wolf even more-so. She felt disturbed and angered, that they would even dare come across the courts fairies with their slick tongues. Orlaith saw it as a way to make some see them in a 'better' light to take pity, on the horrible deads they are slowly committing over time. Gain a few onto their side for a rainy day.

Absolute bastards.

"It'll take a few days to even discuss it," but she had to calm down, "going from the sea back to the mountains and to other packs will take time."

 

"Perhaps so," Orlaith gritted, "but it was only one. We don't know their numbers."  Perhaps the biggest flaw that made the fae grit her teeth in fustration. The Court itself was not of the warrior-kind. they took more of nature-friendly terms, and a love for life. She grew up like that, but even so, with an ample amount of guardians in their mix. The realm was still small, and only a few took the reigns of fighters. It was even worse when there was only one, she could truly trust with her life on the lines.

It was a weakness.. However, they had allies. It filled a portion of what weakened Seelie Court.

"All need to know, and it would take time for Lumiya to inform all. However, I cannot leave, the borders would be weakened." She couldn't deny the fire guard thought of it. However, her duty, which Lumiya asked of, was to stay and guard their territory. Orlaith's ears flickered with an unfamilar call, ringing out, she side-eyed in the distance...

There was someone intruding.

"I would not stop you, if you went," Orlaith eased her tension to Eleuthera, "but I must stay and defend- there is someone here already." She heard the faint call 'Esme?' in the distance. She knew not of any familiar faces, and with such a ferocity coursing through her veins, she was ready to lunge at anybody. 

With it being said, Orlaith charged toward the sound.