Hoshor Plains Confined in mountain halls,

@Ira,
possibly @Finley Grebe !

There was a lot of options playing through at the moment. Orlaith never really had the thought of leading a Pack, she more accepted being the guard of one. It was how she rose within the previous Court, and how she felt with Seelie Court. However that was all she was, a mer' guard, and the flaming wolf had ambitions not to just be some guard, she wanted to lead it!

However, it was all around, she was not given a thought. Taunts and disrespect, she thought with a crown over her head, it would help the situation. Orlaith's words would have to be listened, regardless. That play, the curtains fell quite harshly as it ended with a denial, and her leaving from so. She was no longer a fae, just one of embers and ash, and raging storm within.

She taunted the idea of her own Pack! One she could lead without a worry then, not having to face the disgusted look of Lumiya, and the bitterness of questioning from other wolves. Yet, she doesn't know how to lead a pack.. War was another, battle was of simple orders with blood and fangs, and easy task. There was also the issue with the rainfall, it felt like it drained any energy from entertaining the thought. Who would try to gather wolves in this pour? When such a disaster was near, she felt more appropriate to find shelter in numbers.

Creating numbers was something she didn't have, or know how to.

It caused a mind swirl despite some ambitions being placed.

Then there was other Packs, that Orlaith knew about, but only vaguely know their whereabouts. Could she join them? Start at the bottom? That was a thought as well. However irritation surged through thinking despite how much she showed, would she ever rise? The court didn't seem to give that goal that the wolf desired. If there was, she didn't know.

So she just.. Kept moving.

Thoughts stirring, possibilities to do; but once more. She was just a lone wolf.