Hushed Willows she is there.

Orlaith cracked her neck, as she let out a hearty yawn with a long stretch. She had not interacted with many, for quite some time. Unaware, of any activities, lately the fire guard kept to herself. She was now, very immersed in the territory and felt she knew every pebble, and every tree that there was. One with the land, just how it always been, and always should be.

One with nature, is one with yourself.