Sleepy Fox Hollow the sovereign, the fire, the fury

Holy shit.

It was Siofra.

What a fucking concidence.

It startled the fire wolf, to see someone familiar. She known a few were casted out, like herself, but there was others who simply left to their own accord. Orlaith thought that Siofra was perhaps one of them, as the two had not seen each other during the final days of the court. The other was free-spirited, always out and about, albiet around her a lot, but whatever. She held the world within her eyes, and knew the stiffling ways of the old would not hold this one down.

It was surprising that she was here, but not so-much she was outside the realm. It gave a soothing comfort to the burning flame, and accepted the comfort. Many times would she take a rest or a simple nap, Orlaith would wake up to Siofra against her, and she didn't mind.. It was more, 'where did she come from but alright this is happening,' sort of mood. For once? There was gratitude toward the familarity.

"It's nice to see you, Siofra." Her head rose a bit with a weary smile upon the fire wolf's face, greeting the younger fairy.