Hushed Willows Look at me, I'm the king of New York!

Orlaith had not seen the foreign fae's, but she kept an eye out for them. Since used to the courts the fire-wolf met very few outside, except the few that tried to get inside, most likely for the woman. She defended their borders to her best, and would continue doing so.. Even if it meant causing a bit of tension. 

When she saw the one, clearly not from the old realm, the woman was ready to size her up. She stood tall with her chest burling out, a smirk upon her face approaching the pale stranger. Orlaith did not care what she was in the middle with, and with an overbearing stance, the woman stood before the tree, looking upwards, "Who are you to climb our trees?"