She looked more like a wild animal, far from being human, never mind a young girl. Her matted hair was a mess of mud and sticks with a pinch of leaves added to the rats nest. Hey eyes were sunken into her skull and her stomach was almost hollow. Even her stance was animal like. She was stood on all fours as if she was imitating a vicious cat of sorts. Her cloathes, if you could call them cloths, were tattered and stained by unknown sources . She was on high alert, flinching at evry sound, subtle or loud. 

This was the newly adopted life of Donna Alback.