Hushed Willows misty eye of the mountain

The mouse, most likely sensing a wolf, scurried off without a word. The fire fairy of course, could smell the other draw near, and looked over with a dull look. Unfamiliar to Orlaith, he was not the lady of lilacs, or the previous familarities of wolves, "who are you?" Though he greeted her more friendly term, she stood up with an imposing look toward him, in a dominating stance to tower over the stranger. Her voice indicated more of a demand, then of a question.

Orlaith made no indicationg of hiding the fact she surveyed the male, cleary glossing over his being. Smaller then most males, but perhaps more useful then the one she knew of. However, he was damaged, in the way of scars and blindness. Damaged, in an honorable way of the fighter she assumed. Nontheless, even if she thought a bit better of this stranger, she still stood tall and firm, imposing as a warrior.