Hushed Willows Desolation comes upon the sky,

set for the 25th.
@Lumiya, @Eleuthera @Pestilence @Fionn @Deidra @Cassidy @Stryx @Dante
tagging everyone regardless if they're in the willows or not!
Making assumptions!

The smell, wrapped the camp in a grotesque musk. She could smell their evidence, prominant within the willows, yet, she had not seen The Saints anytime soon. There was no crossing the borders, or them lingering near.. A smell of mint seemed to cover a trail, but Orlaith was no fool. The aftermath of the deed was there, and was scent of her foe's, a rage within her heart, she could never mistake anything else for it. It was weak- perhaps days.. However, she remained suspicious when firstly the scent came. Only now, did the fire guard confront.

There wasn't many within the court that she didn't like, but there was one in particular that she always held something against. It started out with a petty reasoning, for the simple fact they were not submissive. Perhaps impressing if she wasn't annoyed over the fact, proclaiming herself as the lead guard, and they did not listen. However, Orlaith would never approve of someone who refused to listen to her calls, especially when the time of battle seemed to be near at any moment.

Upon tracking the trail, it led to Memory.

She was a flame, a raging and burning entity and upon discovering what had been done, the guard, was raining hell. She snapped at the foe, growling and howling, letting all that hear to what had happened. She would not let him off free. Orlaith wanted everyone to hear what she had discovered, what she smelled upon his pelt. No mint or water coverage could hide the traitorous deeds the Memory commited!

Forcing such a confession out, she wanted to slaughter him! However perhaps there would be a disapproval for her actions, and so the flaming wolf decided to cast him out.

"Never return to these Wilds, or I will kill you. If I hear your name, I will come for you!"