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

"I guess? The only thing I know is my name." If she could, she would throw her arms up in defeat, but Orlaith could only shrug. The element of lightning was a strange, and dangerous concept to wolves. It harmed her so, and alongside it, took away whatever memory she had left. Only vague familarity lingered, with the word of her name 'Orlaith.' 

"Kaistleoki, they took me in. I'm indebted of sorts, even if I find out if I was from another pack." Which was the truth, she was loyal to them. They took her in, and claimed her so, and no one else came looking. If she truly was from another pack, then the betrayel of them not claiming her, was enough reason not to return. Or, the Count was right, the fire wolf was just a wanderer.

"So, you know who I am right?"