A low and deep main escaped Gabs’ lips.
Eyes fluttered and a new mind stared up into the uncomprehending sky. It felt the aches and pains of the body along with some residual resentment, fear, and curiosity.

But, whatever was left of the emotions quickly vanished and the concentration was placed on movement. First, a toe wiggled and it was soon followed by a finger curl. The arms and legs spasmed. Lips pressed together and it marveled at the sensation. For fun, eyebrows moved. First the left. Then, the right.

It self-congratulated on how well it was doing as that effort took some skill.
Along with that thought, it wondered what it would be.

This body, it knew from the camp and watching the couple interact, was female. It was the quieter of the species although, generally, more subtle in control and could give birth. It was unlike the slaughtered live meat that the fair-haired one had abandoned.

Another thought occurred in its mind. Could it give birth? The previous owner of this flesh thought it could as the last thoughts were of loyalty and, perhaps, love. It wondered if that was enough and what sort of child could it conceive.

Assuredly, it reassured itself, the child would be strong and unfettered by the meat’s emotional and physical weaknesses. But, that was far in the future and it lightly self-scolded for allowing thoughts to wonder.

By this time through muscle memory it suspected, the body had brought itself to its knees, reached out a hand, and had started to stand. Once stable, the fingers felt out the soft cheeks and long hair. The doughy underarms and soft clothes indicated that it wasn’t a fighter but the breasts confirmed that the body was made to produce offspring.

For now, it reasoned, it would assume the female stereotypes and place in relationships until it was no longer convenient for it to do so. Then, it could become male. Attracting a suitable corpse to this female form should be a simple task.

It… she. She needed to start thinking of herself as she… listened. Bird. Cricket. Wolf. The brain supplied the answers to the insignificant noise. Objects began to take shape and have meaning. Trees are tall. Water is wet and has a lucid form.

She pondered for a moment. Water is an element. It creates and destroys but it cannot have a form to itself. That means nothing has a true form. Everything is transformational despite on what form it has.

Her lips curved. That was another complex thought and type of warmpth flooded through her. Pride, her mind supplied.

Then, her mind wondered at the pride, words, and the need to identify. For her, in her original form, it was enough to exist. The beings existence was it’s identification. The purpose was how why it existed. Mostly, the purpose was to die and be eaten. There was little point of developing a complex system of words, thoughts, and definitions. Rather, it was a significant waste.

This new body and brain it had inherited could be difficult. But, it wasn’t forever.