Hushed Willows yes my husband's gone to golden green to do some business there

Behind her, Fionn stalked forward. Her voice had alerted him as he was patrolling, and so he shuffled through foliage to stand just behind her. If Orlaith was fire, Fionn was a shadow- a silent follower whose moves might echo her own. The trespasser was a fellow a little younger than himself, with an eerie gaze and a silence that spoke a message that he was careless to her words. Still Orlaith continued with reason, though the boy knew some types were too foolish to hear until a message was beat into them. The warrior narrowed his eyes, lip curling to show off just the tips of his fangs, though no movement was made yet.