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

"It's hard when all I feel are what I previously felt. Everything I see seems to flash with unknown anger, like I can't even control who I am now." Anything that felt vaguely familiar flashed the fire wolf with various of emotions. She always felt anger too, even if there wasn't something. She couldn't explain this anger, it was directed at no one except for herself- she couldn't tell if it was her current flame running within Orlaith's chest, or part of the past.

"I just want to know who I am, and why I feel everything- why am I so angry? Did someone make me this angry?" She wanted to blame everything except for herself. The fustrations of not knowing who she was, or the purpose she had was a mixture of her past, and present anger. Orlaith couldn't tell anymore.

"Or is this.. Just me?"