Sex: FemaleWith a flick of Minka's tail, Cessair was following again. She could feel her consciousness wavering in and out of focus as her legs struggled to maintain her balance. It took all of her powers of concentration to remember who she was following and why. There was meat in her jaws and she was following an unfamiliar alpha wolf toward a place that smelled like a lot more unfamiliar wolves. How odd. Wasn't that normally dangerous? Calloused paws continued their forward stumble as Cessair pushed away her growing discomfort and trusted that she had good reasons for following this wolf, even if she couldn't remember them.
Cessair's gait settled into a lopsided rhythm and peace descended over her. She had always been most comfortable when travelling, and with her stomach at last comfortably full, the fog that muddled her thoughts began to thin, just a little. The transient rays of sunlight that occasionally broke through the tumultuous clouds overhead were just like the rays of clarity Cessiar felt tickling the edge of her consciousness. Her tail wagged a little, limp though it was; she was already starting to remember things again. Her name was Cessair. She was following an alpha wolf named Minka. She was going to a pack territory where she would get help. She was going to get better. Cessair smiled to herself around the chunk of meat in her jaws; she was going to get better, and then she was going to do everything she could for Minka and her pack in gratitude.