Stavanger Bay Clearest blue

Doe left, right? Sorry if I'm skipping. Feel free to slap me! ;)

The next time someone spoke, she glanced upward to find herself alone with the dark brute. She blinked, feeling a thread of disquiet, her big blue eyes scanning for any sign of the gray she-wolf. She spotted her retreating hindquarters in the distance, then slowly dragged her eyes back to the male. Belatedly, she processed his words. He meant to lead her to food and water. Dimly, she recollected that the gray wolf intended to return to check her for injuries as well. The golden youth swallowed, her left ear flicking at a sudden tickling sensation and causing the shred of drying kelp to drop to the damp sands.

When commanded to follow, she obeyed immediately. As she fell weakly into step behind the large wolf like his brighter, smaller shadow, she felt her unease grow. There was so much she didn't comprehend about the situation. These wolves seemed well-meaning despite their gruffness, yet all the questions marks in her mind were a bright, angry red. This strange feeling of total blankness was perhaps most alarming of all, as if she didn't know the first thing about herself and therefore didn't know how to behave, other than like a half-dead youngster at the mercy of wolves that could be her parents or her captors for all she knew.

By the time they reached the edge of the forest, she was trembling. She felt fear flooding her system, understandable but a little inexplicable simply for its abrupt intensity. The juvenile still couldn't recall much of anything at all, though this anxiety felt somehow familiar and natural. She wondered if she was starting to remember herself, perhaps on a subconscious level, though no other information was necessarily forthcoming. Growing more and more scared, she nonetheless kept following her unfamiliar leader.