Hoshor Plains And I see fire, blood in the breeze,

That made more sense, and filled Orlaith with more confidence on who she was. The picture was painted as thus; she was once a loyal wolf, but wasn't appreciated nor' given respect as she should've had. So she strived to be equal, but was given a no. Definitely wouldn't have just pursued power for no reason, that didn't feel right. Little did she know, the picture she thought was the exact scenario, however she was far to hot-headed to be given the rank. 

She nodded with a a more ease of a smile, a usual smirk of sorts. Though held more pleasant then or the usual arrogance- she wasn't the same Sovereign anymore. She couldn't call herself that, without remembering so.

If she simply attacked him for being in the territory, the flaming wolf was once very rigid about border control it seemed. Made sense though, protecting the border. Felt a bit sorry for him though, she thought while glancing at his injury. Maybe should talk more, fight less it seems. 

It was a sigh of relief she wasn't a previous psychoof some sorts, just very angry, "wow. That name, sounds very, uhh.." how does she put this, "sparkly." It sounded like something out of a little girls story. When Orlaith looked at her own reflection once, she was of coal and flames, muscle and brawn, and surely wouldn't be in a flimsly pack like that, right?

"Did I leave on my own accord?"