Hushed Willows world enough, and time

hello my name was heard-
after these threads; first, second
screw timelines amiright

"Who the hell is this." It was like a summoning, for when her name was mentioned, she felt a shiver, a call to say. Pure instinct was what the woman strived, she simply followed what her heart and soul said, and followed through. In a way, she was one of the fae, for she always seemed to appear in near-perfect moments. It always felt to Orlaith that the earth itself, was weaving its way to call for her, to help guide her in situations that demand.

Or she was just really lucky.

The imposing wolf stood tall in front of the two, while normally fond of the lilac lady, she had a glare, and a growing snarl that was held back. The red wolf did not smell of their own, but seemed friendly with the fairy nontheless, so for once, the overbearing warrior held back her aggression until answers were met.