The wolf blinked hazily. She heaved a cough. She lay there for a time, gaining strength, mind numbly coming into focus. After a time, she rolled over to her belly, tipsy and drained.
She blinked drearily, gazing around her surroundings.
Where.... where am I?
She shook her head weakly, the motion making her head spin. She could feel something slightly heavy flop around on the back of her neck. When she managed to muster up her strength, she pulled herself to her feet, struggling forward to the soft trickle she could just faintly hear on the edge of her consciousness.
Struggling to the bank of the creek, she collapsed in the cool sands, and dropped her head to weakly fill her stomach of the sweet waters. After a moment, she found her vision was clearer. Looking around, she saw she was in a wooded area, trees alive and well. In the distance, a deer sprinted away upon catching her scent.
The wolf sighed with confusion, peering into the waters to see her reflection.
Who... am I?
She saw in her reflection, a lean and lanky female wolf, seal gray in color. She had a white bib, white stockings on her front leg - speckled with that same seal gray. Her nose was white as well, and she had a blaze down her face. Her ears were large, and almost comical. She also saw what had been heavy down her neck - a mohawk... a zebra-like mane, completely white. On her white chest was a dark gray, upside-down crescent.
Puzzled, she struggled to her feet, and looked around behind her to see she had a long tail dipped in white. She had a medium gray saddle on her back, but she did not see that there was also an upside-down, darker crescent on her shoulders. Her left hind toes were white.
She studied her markings with great curiousity, noticing her eyes were lavender-gray when she gazed upon her reflection again.
I'm... what am I... a wolf?
She could not remember anything. Try as she might, whatever memories she might have were deeply buried, and impossible to reach. Frustrated, she pawed at her face with a whimper.
Her stomach grumbled.
Hungry...
She did not notice the arrival of the other wolf, so great was her frustration, as she whimpered and nipped her own paws and pawed her own muzzle.