Hushed Willows A softer universe than before

Orlaith, as per usual, lounged around the borders with a dreadful flare of fury within her olive-colored gaze. She had been more alert, more hasty, and more of a raging flame now that there was more of an issue coming forward. The scene of war seemed to draw near anyday, and then the many encounters of unknown wolves, even others, coming toward the willows. Not all were peaceful, but some were one's wishing to join. 

Their claim was being flocked to by many, and there was a satisfaction toward that, and seemingly so toward the Queen as well. She hollared out a call of victory, a song to the fae's of the willows, and while not being a singer, she still cheered along. A spark amongst, deep and proud with a warriors call as she brung a mighty howl.