Totoka River for the sake of one who was

@Varick -- keeping this vague not knowing how this thread will end

It had been an eventful first few days of her life. Well, at least, the life she was fully aware of. Thelxiope was a sweetheart, and Samothes interesting. Wolves had been kind, if distant, so far.

But the loneliness pulled at her like the winter wind, sweeping down from the north, tugged at her pelt.

Who was she? Where was she from? What had happened? These were all questions without answers--no, questions with answers, but answers she had no ability to find. She was completely helpless in the face of this handicap; she felt like a prisoner in her own body.

Snowe's physical health improved day by day--she could gather her muscles into a slow trot, now--but her mind remained a jumbled mess. She found she had no trouble retaining memories made over the past week, but as for memories before she had woken up? Barely a whisper.

She had had a mother, once. And siblings. A shadowy form she recognized as her father appeared every so often in her dreams. And the crashing of the sea. . .

She stood by the riverbank, looking forlornly at the water. Her reflection stared back at her, black-furred, amber-eyed. The calling of gulls overhead and the rush of waves created an ambient soundtrack to her wallowing, preventing her from going entirely mad, lost in her thoughts.

"What the fuck happened?" Snowe wondered aloud, feeling that maybe she'd never know.