Beck watched as more animals were arriving and then turned his attention away. He was still confused, but instincts were drawing him in to explore the forest more. The dark grey wolf stood and shook his pelt. A few leaves that had stuck fell to the floor and he picked his way over them. Heading deeper into the trees, he scented the air hesitantly. The rush of scents was an instant assult that made his head dizzy for a moment. Stopping to stand still, the wolf shook his head and wondered why he was unable to recall what each of the seperate scents matched up to.
He decided to scent the air slowly, once more, and found that it wasn't so hard to deal with this time. He began to walk forwards once again, heading deeper into the trees as he tried to find his way. He was wobbly on four legs, moving as a pup rather than the adult he was. He couldn't recall first walking, or hunting, or anything important. It was like somebody had taken all his memories from the moments before he had awoken and sucked them all out of him, leaving his head empty.
Beck wanted to call for his family, but he didn't even know whether he had one or not. The feeling of isolation hit the male suddenly and left him feeling winded. He whined lowly, his deep voca chords releasing the pitiful sound accidentally. He continued to walk forwards, picking his way through bushes and past tall trees, searching for something yet not knowing what that something was.