Swiftcurrent Creek Pulcinella

Blinking, she looked up to see a face that was relatively familiar. The faint circle around one eye made him easily recognizable, though she wouldn't associate him with her earliest traumas. As if looking up at a tree she did not recognize, though, she tilted her head back to watch him approach. The stub of her tail gave no indication it would wriggle, and her eyes were focused but expression plain. 

He had drawn near, and she expected something from him, but was not sure what to expect. Life had only ever been tumultuous; she'd simply learned to accept whatever came her way and showed the same steadfast calm her mother had had.