The Sunspire we made it. but we didn't

Another rock was kicked with fury, an anger within her olives. She was not a fire-wolf without reason, for a blaze was raised within, "you knew how large it was," Orlaith hissed, "I was casted out due to their overpopulation." She was so happy to see Bridget, but the cheer couldn't outlive what had been happened, and brought up. Orlaith only wished that instead she was sent on a task, perhaps to seek the fae's who had left, like Bridget and others. 

Orlaith wished she had done the same as Bridget before she had been hurt, but she was so comfortable guarding like her father had done, that the thought never came. She was honored, to call herself their warrior. No more, could she claim that.