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Raid woke up feeling like someone was throwing rocks against her skull and shoving knives deep into the corners of her mind. Pain stabbed at her head continuously and a hiss slipped between her lips as she forced herself up onto her paws. It would do her no good to sleep again - too plagued by flashes of memories or nightmares whenever her eyes closed. Try as she might, she could not figure what was real and what was fake. It was easier to brave the pain and cold that the day brought than the bitter confines of her mind when dusk fell. 

Raid shook herself and gave her pelt a few quick licks before she set off towards the borders. She wanted to prove to Grayday that it was not a mistake to accept an amnesiac, therefore she was going to do as much as she could to help the pack, whether it be patrolling or hunting. In fact, she should probably gather as many herbs as she could before winter. Storing that thought in the corner of her mind, Raid hurried forward.

All seemed to be going well, her journey to the borders nearly complete when sharp needle-like pain stabbed at her mind. Instinctively, she squeezed her eyes shut, teeth gritted in an attempt to shut out everything. It didn't work. In fact, the needles turned into daggers and began stabbing with even more vigour. Her limbs appeared to have taken on a mind of their own however, as they kept moving forwards against her will (or whatever remained of that) and moments later, she promptly collapsed on the ground as she rebounded against another furry wolf-like being. The bump barely registered with her, however, as the agony of her head took over.