Exit Does Not Exist

Quote:((I know a bit of Lakota, it's the language she'll be speaking but she'll have a limited vocabulary of both English and Lakota. Her current words say 'who are you' if I remember correctly))

It was probably a miracle the young girl was still alive, though it had only been a few days since the incident she had not yet been snatched up by a crow or even a weasel. She was small, at just over 3 months of age she shouldn't have even been away from her mother but fate was cruel. There was no kind or divine god watching down on her, there was no one to help. She could only help herself now... She had to find a friend, maybe even a a new mother. Even at her young age she was beginning to think logically, detracted from the bloody satiation she had come from and looking to the future and what had to be done to keep herself alive and going. Thankfully her birth season had been summer, she would have never survived on her own in the winter, the rain trickled down around her, warm and comforting despite the wetness. It plastered her fluffy pelt to her her thin frame, still a bit of a baby belly evident and her otherwise thin frame. She was hungry, her mother had been hunting when the creator had called her so it had been a few days since the oddly marked child had eaten. So she wandered, never feeling quite safe enough to get a good nights sleep. She never quite knew where she was going but somehow she ended up at the delta looking at a creature almost a pitiful and misplaced as her. She walked towards the massive scarred and malformed beast, eyes curious but unafraid. She would sit before him, close enough that she had to tip her head back to look up at him. "Nituwe he?" She asked, tipping her head. Her mother had spoken to her mostly in Lakota, she knew some English from seeing her mother interact with others but her vocabulary in both was limited and she often found herself mixing them together.

;;kangi