Hushed Willows misty eye of the mountain

She was unsurprised he asked, as she wasn't hiding her disdained gaze. A neutral face, could not hide the fury she held between her olives, as she was fire itself, in the form of a physical being. One to serve the court, and the fairies that dwell within. Orlaith couldn't out-right say she didn't approve anyone, who did not show submissive traits to her, so she tried to eloquently say it.

"I do not appreciate a wolf," the fire-fairy emphasized on word, as she felt he was not of the fae's, "showing me, with a challenging stance." 

Orlaith did not like when strangers, did not bend to her will while in their realm.