Hushed Willows And if we should die tonight

"They want to show dominance." She couldn't help but think their relocation was a simple gesture of their kindness. It was a simple flipping off to the other wolves that in reality they do not care what the neighbors think, or else The Saints wouldn't have moved so close, "Arrogant." She hissed out with disdain over their haughty behavior. Later, Orlaith would be proven simply how concieted they truly are.

"Theyre slick with words," she huffed, not blaming the lilacian wolf, "to cover up a false facade of self-importance." However perhaps the meeting with their leader should've been hidden, as it seemed to rile up the flaming wolf even more-so. She felt disturbed and angered, that they would even dare come across the courts fairies with their slick tongues. Orlaith saw it as a way to make some see them in a 'better' light to take pity, on the horrible deads they are slowly committing over time. Gain a few onto their side for a rainy day.

Absolute bastards.

"It'll take a few days to even discuss it," but she had to calm down, "going from the sea back to the mountains and to other packs will take time."