Whitefish River And if the night is burning,

It was a shame that hunting was not her speciality. She held stamina and strength, but speed may not be the best for the larger knight. Not to mention her colors were not suitable for neither summer, or winter, barely enough to match into fall with the red that touched her so. An unusual array of colors with a blender of whites, red and oranges, and blacks to the mixture of a olive-green eyes. An intimidating look, but definitely an alarming choice of colors for any hunt that continued.

Upon the Hiero's bark of surprise, Orlaith watched the group of scatter away, none seemed to keen to fight with the presence of unknown wolves, and would rather go upward in the mountain. When she noted that some left together, there was a stray female darting away from the rest- and obviously, that was the target needed.

With a grin to her face, the commander set off toward the particular target and lunged ferociously at them, her claws grabbing at its back, and when it dipped down her fangs lunged to get a better grip. Eyes darted back for a helping paw from Hiero.