Hoshor Plains And I see fire, blood in the breeze,

The name.. It gave a flash of anger, yet it was so little compared to the warmth she felt in her belly. Was this someone she knew? A recognition? Though he didn't appear so, and gave no indication that he once knew Orlaith. Riley, was his name, a wolf who came down from the mountains.

He gave a wary look, and could only deduct if they were friends, there would be more warmth, "Lightning, but indirectly." She forgot who told her, but the wolf faintly remembers being told what happened. She wasn't hit exactly- or Orlaith would be near-death, but the ground seemed to be burnt to where she laid alongside the count. It seemed they both were severly burned.

"You from the mountains?" She asked curiously.