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

Orlaith rose an eyebrow as clicking came to be, and the bird was sent. A method of communication that even herself, could determine, but didn't understand for why. Instead continued the conversation, pleasantly ignoring what had happened, "not everyone excels in it." She commented, as while it was a must, some were not born to serve it was a functioning role in a pack.

The guard could fight and hunt, but the studies of medicine and healing was oblivious. Those who paid more to the mind then body, were traits she could not take for herself. Likewise, some could do not do what she would- for muscles were laid across the sovereign's body, but her mouth was just as rough as her body.