Whitefish River Either Sonic is a God, or he could kill God, AND I DON'T CARE IF THERE'S A DIFFERENCE

Orlaith was in deep trouble- the usual. She was not very well-liked at the moment, as the Count had caught her, and Hiero lectured her so, but who can say if she ever listens? Nontheless she was pretty locked down within the stream now, she felt if she tried another 'vacation' with the excuse of the bear again, she may truly be demoted, or even kicked out.

At least her wounds healed, as she paced through the forest to let off any of the pent of steam she held. Though something caught her attention, as her ears twitched to the unfamiliar sound of someone singing. She knew no one would sung, howling was one thing, but preforming their own lyrical musical was another. Curiously enough she tracked down who they were-

and was blasted with an air of familiarity, and anger. However, Orlaith doesn't know her. She was a bit frustrated on these waves of feelings, that surely that had met somewhere one way or another, as so the repetition as shown. They were definitely not someone recently seen, for the grays and black, with unusual mis-matched eyes..

"You new to Kaistleoki?" Tilting her head with a raised brow, the commander asked with a neutral stance and a curious tone.