She was only a child back then, but while she retained things like name, birth-date and basic knowledge of her kind, everything else was non-existent, as if meticulously carved out of her mind. She knew not why her body was littered with scars nor why things were the way they were. The stinging mark on her chest along with her white fur stained in red, were the last remnants of where she came from.
But there was some kind of instinct, something deep inside her that kept telling her to run. She thundered through the forest with open wounds all over body and twigs bursting through the slits on the soles of her paws. Then, in time, she came upon Alpha Luke's lands.
