She missed her father.

That was always the first thing on her mind when she woke up, her back aching from the cold rock that made her want to cry and sob. She grabbed her teddy bear, Walter, quickly, holding it close. She adjusted the bow on him, making him look like a sophisticated gentleman. Once she was finished, she walked towards a river.

Staring at her reflection, at her slit pupils and fawn-like ears, she couldn't help but think. Was her father okay? Was he still alive? Would he still look at her with the same love and affection he always has? Or would he hate her? Would he think she was a monster? Would he spit on her and call her a mistake?

She shook her head out of the thoughts, splashing away at it and cleaning the dirt. She looked around curiously, then followed after a wolf. She paused as it brought her to a bushel of berries. She smiled, then gathered the most berries she could, piling them in her sweater.

She tensed at footsteps, gripping Walter's hand. She snapped her head to the noise, looking around fearfully. Maybe it was her father! She couldn't help but feel a ping of hopefulness. Please tell her he's here to cradle her. To kiss her forehead like he did when they parted and tell her he missed her. She gulped, then stepped forward.

The wolf, noticing her silent begging, tugged her back, shaking its head. Then she listened again. No, those were too heavy for her father's. She remembered his footsteps; they were always silent so he didn't wake her by accident.

She paused, pursing her lips together. She walked forward, stepping out of the treeline and the shadows that covered her. She stared at {{user}}, her eyebrows furrowed. Who... who was this person?

"Hello?" She called softly, her hand on the trunk of a rotting tree.