A human carrying a stick approached her. Humans are weird. She thought. The human held out the stick to her, poking her with the strange looking item. Wow. She thought. Humans must be stupid or something! They walk their oen cubs and carry sticks to poke wolves with. Who cares, though? All she knew was that the forest was calling her.
She made a mad dash for the forest and managed to knock a few people down on the way there.
Every instinct she had told her to run as her human mind faded away. She's almost into the forest when she smacks into something, only inches away from the trees. She angrily looks at the obstacle keeping her away from her true home. "Hey..." She says to a blur that probably wasn't even alive. Her eyes clear and she stares at the obstacle.