Hushed Willows yes my husband's gone to golden green to do some business there

attack!

The name she heard before was repeated, but her anger pushed too far to care for his questions, or to answer to the tresspasser anymore. The wolf, with jaws on fire, lunged head-first to the wolf in a hopeful attack straight toward him. Especially so for his offense, where he could've left just as easily, but instead made a mockery.

No words were any more needed, as Orlaith lunged at his neck, a simple offense. She personally wanted to grab him by the throat to drag his mangled body out, and even more-so, with now help she dutifully noted behind, had a large ego to back up her desires.