Hushed Willows And I hope that you'll remember me,

"Do you think  I haven't done anything?" Orlaith snapped at the Queen, her fangs curling out, "who guards the borders every night? Who answers border calls? Who protect your realm?" She had been so stressed and exhausted from it all, the constant feeling of their willows being attacked. And she, the flaming guard, coming forth.

"Who makes sure the right wolves come in? Memory, right? I knew he wasn't good, yet you still let him in." And she judged those who were coming forward. The Queen welcomed all with open arms, but in the end, not all were good for the court. He was one, but many could come in the future.

"And yet, I do all that, and I still can't get the respect I deserve. In the end, they always call for the Queen!" She felt disrespected how Lumiya treated her so. She saw the words as something that Orlaith did not have respondsibilties like the Queen has. However she firmly believed, she worked just as hard, "My word means nothing unless there is a title to back it up!"

"You believe everything can be solved by words, but sometimes, that is not the case." Especially looking upon to The Saints, where everytime Orlaith met, she fought. The words they speak mean nothing with the actions they have caused, and in the end she treats them the same way.