The Sunspire I see fire, burning the trees,

"But you follow them!" She barked in a rage, "If you follow them, it's striving their goals of blood!" Her fur was a blazed in prickles as she seemed like to lunge at any moment at the man. He had words of defense, but none of it changed in her mind. She viewed it as association, those with them, see with the same goals. They were just as guilty as those who cause their issues!

"If you weren't apart of them," she snarled, "we wouldn't be at this point."

She simply forgotten, at the moment the flaming fae was the same. With her words of fire and tearing of fights, she was simply causing more issues then needed. The calmness she held was simply in smoke, as the two bickered in words. Perhaps Orlaith would've lunged if another wolf didn't come in. She was large, but didn't tower over herself, as the fire wolf was just as large. 

"And who are you?" The guard said, her olives narrowing at the white woman. She smelled of The Saints, and because of so, she could bare no friendliness to so, "maybe so, a good reason I haven't fought him yet."