Whitefish River And as the sky's falling down,

"Naw." Firstly, she actually didn't want to see it. She wasn't much into the whole mating ideal, much less of a mate. There wasn't too many she saw as worthy to be beside herself, for the thought was a burly man, who could stand beside her. Though majority of the males Orlaith had seen were rather smaller, and meek to the boot, so her choices were rather thinned. Not like she was searching either, however. 

But if she did find out about his incident, there was a good chance she would never let it drop, despite never doing it herself. The commander would never not take a chance but to be an annoyance.

"You're handsome," she said but with honesty, like it was a fact, "but you just got a shitty face." Then there was the factor, the crocodilian stare Riley always held. He was a charming fellow, browns with but glorious yellow eyes, but those same eyes were always seemingly into a glare.. Not many would want to approach an unfriendly wolf such as him.

"Why don't you smile, beautiful?" Orlaith said as a laughter rumbled from her plush chest