Lone Star Mountain Keep careful watch of my brothers' souls

The fire of the court looked upon the one who called out- she was as white as a spirit, and almost seemed ethereal as one, if the prominent frown didn't ruin the delicate features of the snow wolf. Orlaith descended down, prideful with her head rose as she graced herself with a sovereign persona, an overtake of bearing to dominate the situation.

"I am Orlaith, a guard of Seelie Court." She introduced herself, looking over the stranger, "and you? Someone who needs guards, perhaps should not wonder far from their claim." Arrogantly, as she does, the flaming warrior looked down on her.