The small yearling made her way to the edge of the shallow stream that slipped through the territory. Looking down at the reflection, broken by ripples. She felt like she should know the face looking back at her, but the fog that clouded her thoughts was thick and difficult to break through. She was as much a stranger to herself as the rest of these wolves. The people she grew up with, and should have a trove of memories to look through.
She knew it was supposed to fade in time, but that seemed little consolation for the here and now. She sighed, brushing a paw across the surface, breaking her reflection. She got back to her paws, shaking the water from her toes. There was only one thing for it, really. She needed to make new memories.
