Felltree Marsh Suffering from FOMO, she can come too

Orlaith skulked out of the forest like a lion, watching the two wolves with an anger of fire within her olives. She kept her head high and proud, tail up with a visible snarl upon her face; pure hostility. The guard remained silent, as the Queen spoke to the man who distinctively smelled of The Saints, but she never met him, nor did it matter. Dealing with Derg, Riley and now Memory, she only had militant ideals toward them. Derg, was the only one she could respect; the rest deserved death.

He was unwelcomed. And so was the small, white wolf next to him, whom looked of peace. However she was given the same glance as the man, a look of dislike and disdain, for if she joined their group, she took in their values. It was why she couldn't like Derg, or anyone associated; if they followed that man, they followed his values, and the chaos he has condoned.