Blackfoot Forest I fall apart, down to my Core

Watching with feral eyes as the two backed away and out of the den she allowed the fur along her hackles to fall flat again and lowered her lips. The sadness and shock that had appeared on the white furred male's face caused her to feel guilty, immensely so. It was obvious to her that these two knew her, that she had some connection elsewhere beside Lonzo that meant she hadn't always been here. Yet why couldn't she remember? The knowledge that her memory was filled with a massive hole scared the hell out of her and she suddenly desired to find out what she had lost.


Slowly she lowered herself to her belly and dragged herself forward, tail tucked between her legs and curled against her belly. Every inch of the gesture spoke submission, it cried out Don't hurt me! despite the fact that Cebra could probably hurt them and hold her own. She turned to the one with eyes like fire and sucked in a slow breath. "You look at me like I'm a loved one lost. A person does not stare at a stranger with such pain and intensity unless they know one another really well. Who am I to you?" she asked in a forward manner, cutting to the chase immediately. She prayed the knowledge would jog a memory of something.