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

Orlaith looked so relieved it stung Riley more; he had half the mind to bristle and say 'I AM NOT A KID!!!' but by the time that exasperated retaliation managed to fumble its way to his lips, Orlaith was laughing and moving on.

As stung as his pride was, Riley wasn't heartless -- he could be stupid, and he could be selfish, but he wasn't cruel; it worried him that Orlaith's memory was gone and that a new wolf stood before him. It made his skin crawl that memory could be bled from the skull so easily -- and by something from the sky...

He glanced upward, reading the dark clouds. He resolved in that moment that Orlaith would not be returning to wherever she was alone. His quest for Esme was not put off, but maybe a change of scenery would be good for his search. "I was part of the Saints." Riley felt the words came easily for once, although the topic he broached was tough. "You hated them - and me... but.. I haven't been home since you attacked me, and... Well, I don't think that's home anymore." Riley set his crocodilian gaze on Orlaith, for once his expression firm: "I'm going to come with you." Even if you looked disgusted and then relieved that we didn't bang.