Whitefish River Watch the flames burn on and on the mountain side,

"Everything," Orlaith snapped, "what am I supposed to do if I can't remember what i'm supposed to do. Who I am?" She knew she should not take her anger off of the Count, but at the same time she had trouble controlling her feelings. There were quite a few the resurfaced during the day, and she didn't know where to pinpoint them exactly.

It was like whoever she was previously was in control. In confusion, letting all her anger out, and lashing like a rabid animal. 

"Who am I?" Yet, she did not find anyone that could answer. Everyone here was someone she did not know- the wolf was just somesort of pick-up. No one to claim her, and thus can't even claim herself.