Whitefish River And I see fire, hollowing souls,

"A bear, not something we can really take on again." As a wolf, she held pride in her strength and size against others, and as a warrior, she felt limited to the factor there was a few she could never take on. Orlaith knew her limits in life, she may be able to fight any wolf regardless of the win, but when it came to a bear of sheer force, a cougars sly tactics, she could not face them well.

As a group they would have a better chance, but even then there would be some casulities in the mixture. Already injured there was not much she could do, except for forcing herself onto Riley's shoulder as a 'walking stick' of sorts. She would never admit to the pains that came with the battle, but nonthless it did affect her so. 

"If you see a a gray and brown lady, her name is Saraneth, maybe you can gain an actual friend." The knight said with a malicious chuckle.