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

"Everytime I hear their name my blood boils," the flaming wolf confessed, feeling her neck bristle in an unknown rage. The Count Ira had warned about them, and Orlaith was very well-prepared to face an enemy toward her travel up the mountain. However, with the injury still relatively fresh, she would have trouble, "tell me more about em'."

It was trouble enough to try and climb the mountain, and was thankful enough to find clues to her past self relatively fast. Almost too fast- but her anger toward the world felt more subsided, and justified. Her past self definitely wasn't treated right, and she'd let whoever caused these feelings, have at it.

Now, she was indebted to Kaistleoki for the meanwhile.. Whom she keeps bringing new people toward, "Alright," didn't really object with it, "they nice, kinda empty but eh, they got children." She hadn't encountered too many wolves, but simply deducted it was due to their kids. Apparently quite a few were roaming around..

"Guess we gonna be buddies," Orlaith cackled, turning toward the direction the pack was. She waved her tail at him, a direction to follow her lead.