Whitefish River some unconscious stream of twisted logic

she pads along the river, the light drizzle having already soaked her pelt. just ahead, a muskrat is frightened from its place in the reeds and slips into the river noisily, pulling her from her reverie. she'd been circling the sizable hole in her gums with her tongue, almost as if she'd lost a tooth. she could taste the blood there, and it was tender to the touch, but the strangeness of it kept her worrying at it. 

her wandering took her to the cave that she knew Aure often frequented, though her doubts held her back a long moment. finally, spurred on by a brief flash of boldness, she strode near the entrance, peering into the darkness before calling, "mama?"