Firestone Hot Springs watch it run in slow motion

The she-wolf called her Dauntless and the wolf formerly known as Honey Badger blinked. She intuited that this wasn't her name, yet when she opened her mouth to correct her, she was at a loss. What was her name? She couldn't remember. That panicked feeling came back, though it was short-lived, receding into the buzzing at the back of her brain.

"W... wip," she enunciated, still struggling with speech. Just as she couldn't remember her name, she had no idea where she was from, whether she was in a pack or if she'd ever been to the bay. In a brief moment of clarity, the two-toned yearling just thanked her lucky stars she could understand language, though that thought, too, drifted away.

"Food—hungry. Yeah," she replied, speaking in stops and starts. She nodded. She would follow this female—what was her name again? It started with a "W," she thought—and get something to eat. "Dauntless," she added in a breathy voice as she tried to stand, only to wince and sink back beside the strangely smelly pool of water.