How was she to find food. What even was food? She knew she needed to eat, but she had no idea how or what. She had memories of eating, of sitting and putting things in her mouth, but thats where it stopped. She didn't know what it was that she was eating, and she didn't know where. All she could figure was that whatever it was, She needed to find it now.
She looked around, finding a leaf on the ground, and she shoved it in her mouth, immediatley spitting it out everywhere. Whatever that was, it wasn't food. She grabbed a tree branch and chewed it, gross, but better than the dirt covered leaf. For the next twenty minutes shee just put things in her mouth and spit them out, finding nothing that suited her taste, all the while her stomach growling louder and louder. She scouted the ground, looking for anything, remembering some sort of sweet taste that was associated with colorful things, and so she looked for those. Eventually she found a flower, white with purple streaks and a bright yellow inside. Stuffing it in her mouth it was the most pleasant thing she had tasted as of yet, and yet it did nothing for her, she needed more, something heavier, and then she saw it, racing in between the trees. A squirrel, its small body and fluffy tail catching her eye as it moved back and forth beyond her grasp. Was that what she was supposed to eat?
For a moment she thought about giving chase, but as she flexed, preparing, a wave of pain hit her like none other, and she dropped to the ground, screaming in pain. It was from that that she assumed that she would have to find things that were slow, or things that didn't move, because her body wouldn't let her do anything else. As she went back to her earlier searching, she noticed only two things, bugs and leaves, and she trusted neither. She had heer experience with leaves, they were nasty, and the bugs, they just looked nasty, so she didn't even try with those.
Eventually, after wandering for even longer, she heard birds. She had been hearing them for a while, their chirps scratching her ears, but she couldn't find what was making the noise until one landed on a nearby branch, allowing her to watch it for just a while. Eventually, the sound became plaeasing to her, and she sat and enjoyed it, all untill she was reminded of her hunger, and figured if she could catch one she could eat it. Still, she was injured, in pain and had nothing to reach them before they flew off and out of her reach. She looked on the ground for anything, a rock, a sharp stick, anything, but all she found was dirt, leaves, and thin twigs.
"I'm gonna die. Im so... hun..gry...."
It was then that she saw the eyes peering out from the bushes, massive, yellow, and staring straight at her.