Porcupine Ridge It crashed into this lonely town,

A meek wolf approached her so, calling her name. She would've thought it was a dream, but upon lifting her head, she could see the gray and black wolf, with ruby-like eyes. He held his tail between his legs, submissive to a stranger like herself. Though while he was a stranger to her eyes, it seemed he knew of her somewhere.

"Who are you?" Orlaith hoisted herself up, while her head may held high, she kept a neutral stance with a tilted head. Curiosity, really. Something within felt oddly familiar, yet as a wolf who lost her memories- everything was only a vague resemblance of what once was. She could only feel what was once the past-

but the flaming wolf had discovered it. She care not anymore, but even then, it seemed may appear once more, in the form of this bird-like wolf.