Emberflame Ridge you know, it takes a village to raise a scheme

Orlaith counted herself as a loyal, diligant guard and prided herself as such. Whoever was an enemy, she often would take it with an issue regardless whether it was her land or not. An enemy needed to know she was ready to take them on, and let them know they are definitely not wanted within the lands. She felt if one was attacked on a daily basis, it would give reason to move.

If no one wants you, why do you live near them?

The wolf couldn't understand the saints in their line of thinking. She saw the leader as a damn Fool, especially with his barbaric words. They seem to flow 'nicely,' but it was but a sham that Orlaith saw. If he truly cared to be at peace, he wouldn't have moved into the mountains, with Yuelong's allies lingering by. A real fool, she thought, and a horrible leader.

His companions were no different. Riley was a buffoon, who crossed the border and shamed their land- now there was no reason to be at any peace. Who would dare follow a man who causes chaos at the coast, and at the mountains as well? She could only think of them as lunatics.

Today it rained, feeling like it represented her murky and fustrated mind. Orlaith skulked out of the forest, and climbed the slope that looked down to the willows, feeling for a refresher. However, doing so.. Another was there, and an obvious smell to his being. Her fur bristled, as a snarl crawled back, letting him know she is there.