Big Salmon Lake We can wash the dirt off our hands now

Orlaith in all her life- never listened to orders. Be it from her home court of the fairy land, to the point she was reckless enough to be casted out due to overpulation, or to Seelie Court, when Lumiya wanted peace, she wanted war. Then that too, she felt to be casted out for not having the respect that the once fairy-guard, so deserved. Now, that same court, was falling into shambles.

Even now, with memories lost, and family once knew was but gone; she still didn't follow orders. The factor was there was a bear around, and she too, had been attacked by the monster. The order to stay home and still, be but a peaceful commander within Speedy's care. Yet, never once did Orlaith ever listen to anyone, and as days went by, and her bruising felt better; she was already off.

"Hey there!" Unknowing on the Count being there, Orlaith approached the stranger who stood by the lake and lapped up a few drinks, "fancy meetin' another warrior!" As assumed so, the commander greeted them with but a large grin followed by a friendly laugh as she walked toward the other. It was simply deducted; large and with scars, much like herself. Though, she did not smell like pack.