Hushed Willows Nothing can die while we are here

'You challenging me lover boy?' Orlaith had a pretty neutral stance on Dante, he wasn't a warrior she wished to have, but he was like the light a fairy required. He was alright, she thought, until he glared. The fire fae narrowed her own olives back at the boy, as she tensed up and rose her head further upwards, in domination. A snarl was slowly crossing her muzzle, but she only eased up when Lumiya gave a look of apology. Her stance of towering sovereign, remained.

The flaming wolf looked at him once more, before turning to the Queen, "A Saint member entered our land and marked- we drove him out with severe injuries. Encountered two, in one day." Surprisingly though, Orlaith had little to no injuries. The first was a near-loss that turned to word exchange, but the second was a simple barrage of the Court coming onwards to the intruder, "they're getting cocky." She snorted out in disdain.

Ah, but couldn't forget what happened after. "Eleuthera is off to warn the Empire about them."