Memories were absent from her mind, so trying tot find a way to bypass this ritual was going to take some time. All she had to go on was the familiarity of the air a cedar tree brought to her, the name that the old canine healer had designated to her, and the natural ability to switch her mind to a survival mode. Otherwise she was filled with the new air of a newborn babe; she was still trying to find a way to make her voice rise louder than a simple whisper.
With an audible exhale the child approached a body of water that seemed to react as a mirror, its surface smooth and undisturbed as her blush colored eyes looked down at her reflected image. She found her throat feeling as if she needed to scratch it, telling her she was thirsty but she could not help but examine her predominant scarring marks. Her large ears fell against her skull as she looked over her marred up throat, an easy tattle tale to why her vocalization was softer than those she encountered. The large slashing along her chest were ones she found to be curious in their length, what had done these things to her? Shaking her delicate skull she tried to rid herself of negative thoughts, moving that same skull down to the mirroring surface and disrupting its still picture. The feeling of the crisp and tasteless liquid was something she could describe as heavenly, but it only caused her stomach to chime in and express its discomfort. She knew she was hungry but how would she cure that, hunting was not something she found easy due to the absence of her tail. Balance became difficult with making swift turns. Slowly the child lifted her head from the disturbed waters and looked up to the almost full mistress in the sky, maybe she could catch another unsuspecting squirrel?