Two Rivers Isle Kaleidoscope mind

The last thing Apple remembered quite clearly, was falling asleep next to a waterfall, having a pleasant dream, where she had relived some events from her past and by the something strange had happened. As if someone had shattered her mind into several pieces, put them all in a jar and shaken it heartily, with everything getting jumbled together into a colourful mass of no substance and meaning.

After this she had woken up to nothing. 

The old wolf still knew her name, her instincts, learned behaviours and reflexes were intact, whereas her mind was like an empty and clear pool of water, where random snippets of thoughts and memories simmered as lonely islands and had a tendency to disappear. Utterly confused and having not the slightest idea of, where she was, how she had ended up there and where should she go from there, the lady had wandered in the same area for around two weeks. There were wakeful moments and there were a lot of blanks, where she would be startled to find herself in an entirely different place than earlier, without having any knowledge of moving. 

And now she had found herself sitting on a blanket of earth that lay between two rivers. Her plush, thick coat was drenched with water, indicating that she had swum at some point. She sat, looking at the place, where the lands, claimed by Redhawks lied, her eyes empty and confused.