Thunder Dome Haunting everything I lost

thats fine!

Orlaith had only a bit of knowledge of this group called 'The Saints,' but knew not of what their members looked like, or their scents. The best she could do was raise the border protection, asking others to mark more, and be more wary. It was the best she could ask for those who aren't warriors. 

None could be done if she didn't know what the fuck they smelled or looked like. She had no idea of where they could be as well, and the best the fire-fae had done was wander around, in the hope to perhaps encounter any of them. It also was simply great to get out of the willows and explore more of the area. She enjoyed having knowledge of the land, rather then fight in the unknown if the time came.

Orlaith found a rather interesting area, sprinkled in rain and kept a overcast above. It was a rough land, and she had an inkling perhaps thunder would cast itself onto her. She chuckled at the thought, as the doubt sprung as soon as the thought came to be.

However, what did come instead of thunder, was the presence of another wolf. She grinned and called out to the brown wolf "Hey there stranger, what fancies you to the mountains?"