The Sunspire Oh, should my people fall,

Another had joined her call, but it wasn't appreciate from the flaming wolf. She promptly ended her call to the wind, with a glare to the open. The rain continued to pound against her bright fur, while the call of others were sounded to. Sounded pretty, Orlaith had to admit, but she didn't enjoy someone joining in her anguish, when they would not understand.

Now, she sat in silence.