Emberflame Ridge a small candle

Orlaith couldn't help but crack a fit of laughter. Thunderous she was, as she can see the other wished to say but refrained, perhaps for the sake of this moment of importance, and most importantly the fire wolf's anger and sorrow. It was what she enjoyed of the other, seemed to meek, but like herself, the other held a flame within. A sign of confidence within herself despite the world, being far more cruel. Perhaps it was perfect, for she to set up a court, similar, yet her own creation.

The wolf held a vivid, yet arrogant smile, but held a more friendlier posture, "Then I vow to you, Faerie Queen."