Hushed Willows we'll make our homes on the water

Orlaith was revengeful, it almost seemed the very name of her enemies summoned the flaming wolf. She skulked out of the willows, a spark within her olives that has been remaining from days before. Though she thought there was an intruder, but instead  a weakened, and injured wolf. The fae mellowed

"Who this?" Probably rather rude upon asking, but the days of peace were small. She was always on a more guard now then before, especially so the call to war seemed to be near.