Cerulean Cape Only the Wind

She nodded.  Hopefully it was clean enough now that it wouldn't attract attention.  It would be hard to hunt if she smelled like a blood clot. It isn't as bad as it was a while ago.  Just no poking it, you know? When she sat down, she did her best to wrap her tail around as much of her paws as she could to try to keep them warm.  If it was any later in the year she might be in trouble and turn into a pupsicle.  Aaand I'm not really sure.  I think it was a rock slide maybe.  Don't think anyone was there when I woke up. Uhh.  I'm kind of missing a lot of stuff.  Except rambling. She wasn't missing the ability to ramble, that was for sure.  Oh! Uh, name's Pebble.  Well, maybe it wasn't.  Whatever.

Her mind was still a jumbled mess and she hadn't remembered anything new.  Everything was still the blurry shadow-theater that she'd awakened with.  How long ago was that now?  Ugh.  She'd have to figure out something soon.  Pebble shivered.  Winter would come, whether she wanted it or not.