Hushed Willows Raise a glass of wine for the last time,

She looked down on the pile of bones with a raised brow, "why?" Looking at the pile and back at the wolf, Orlaith thought she looked so meek. They were so small and sicky with missing patches of fur, some reddened from the constant scratching she assumed the other did. 

If Orlaith could raise her brow any further it'd tear off, "You're calling her a freak for what reason?" Then looked upon Cassidy who seemed awfully familiar. Orlaith's eyes narrowed at the thought. Wasn't there a small figure within the incident yesterday with The Saint Member? She was so busy chasing out the foe that the fire fae didn't realize who entered, and helped attacked him.