Overture Downs Oh, misty eye of the mountain below

If it was water, surely it was a gift from Mother Rain. If it had come from her, it couldn't be anything else; even if it seemed scary, even if it felt wrong. She had to trust the Mother. The girl pushed the strange water around with her paws a little more, lost in her own world.
Hallo!
She jumped. A young girl, a pale girl — where had she come from? Her face... oh, by the Mother, her face, what had happened to it? Certain she was witness to the aftermath of some horrible accident, she felt herself falling into old habits. Bedside manner was important for a healer. She wasn't going to be a healer anymore, and she had never been more than an apprentice anyway, but some part of her remembered and refused to let go.
She hid her horror without missing a beat, and smiled at the young, disfigured wolf. Hello, She got to her feet slowly, having never interacted with a child aside from her own littermates in their early youth. For some reason, she couldn't remember anything from her childhood that would be useful now. She would have thought that being a child not that long ago would help her here, but it didn't. Not one bit.
All she knew for sure was that she would have to play the part of an adult in this interaction, and she didn't want to. She didn't feel like an adult. She felt scared and helpless and stupid. That was how the other wolves had treated her, back in the place with all the trees. Like she was stupid. Maybe she was, but she couldn't have that crisis right now. Not in front of a kid.
What's your name? She would start simple. Find out if the girl had someone nearby, a parent or an older sibling. Then she would get her back where she belonged, if she could, because what else could she do after finding a kid wandering around? She was so tiny and frail, the blonde girl had no way of realizing that the child was quite a bit older than her estimation.