Stavanger Bay Den-mother Doe

Someone said her name. Was it her name, though? In that state somewhere between sleeping and waking, she was actually pretty sure it wasn't. She was named after a bird, not a fish! But that thought faded into oblivion as the puppy groggily opened her eyes and roused properly. She blinked slowly several times, her big blue eyes momentarily refusing to focus on the face hovering in the den's doorway. Her brains felt like mush. She couldn't even recollect where she was for a moment or why she felt like this. Was she just having a hard time waking up, or...

Some memories trickled back, though Sharkbait still felt really out of it. Painstakingly, she sat up only to lean against the cool rock wall beside her. Her eyes went to half-mast as she peered at that vaguely familiar face still watching her. Her head hurt. Her throat hurt. Heck, everything hurt. And the words the stranger had spoken minutes ago now made no sense to her whatsoever. So the puppy just sat there like a useless, uncomprehending blob.