Emberflame Ridge you know, it takes a village to raise a scheme

"Orlaith, guard of Seelie Court," she said, confirming his question, "and why is a saint so close to our borders?" She hadn't meant to come across one, and didn't think that would've happen. She only wanted to take a breather on the slope, but instead had the misfortune of coming to the enemy himself. It seemed she had a constant streak of meeting them- and fighting them.

The flaming wolf prowled closer, a glare to her olives, and a dominating posture to the man as she begun her circling.