Hyena Child

In the hot, wandering wilderness of Africa, we find Naieesha, a twelve year old girl who has been raised by a pack of hyena's her entire life.
When Thomas Walters, a man on safari, discovers this girl, he captures her and brings her home to his wealthy family in New York.
Things aren't always what they seem.
Lost and alone, Naieesha's behaviour is intolerable. She fights, eats with her hands, and will do anything to get back home to her beloved pack. Both her and The Walter's family are at their wits end. Can Lena Van Helsing, a teacher for the deaf and misunderstood, step in and save the day?

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23. Chapter XXIII - Naieesha's Perspective

Today I learned two sounds from the human language. "Swim," and "Clean." I repeated them all day long, and the female human seemed to be pleased, along with the hunter. Maybe the hunter is not trying to kill me. But I am not as sure about the hunter's mate. Every time I see her, she whines, weeps, than scowls. Was she once part  of a pack that she misses, too? Maybe I can help her. Maybe she can be my hyena mother. For the time being.

Everything is going so well, and then...

I fall asleep. And I awake sobbing once again. I feel like my heart is going to burst.

Azubuike! Azubuike! Can your spirit alert my pack to come and rescue me? They are lost. I may be learning, but I am not at home. I must go home. Please Azubuike. I pray to you.

The female human enters my den once again. She lies down, and strokes me repeatedly and repeatedly. But wait! She is speaking in a strange tongue, but perhaps it is not so strange. I have heard this before. But where? 

There is a vision. It is happening to me. I am trying to remember something. Something that happened, long long ago.

Maybe when I was an infant, and I lived in a village nearby, I heard this language. Kind, friendly, and beautiful. But maybe there was one word the villagers used often.  Upendo?  The word means something everyone needs. The word is Kaiani rubbing my head. Azubuike licking my mane and sometimes injured paw. It is something the pups felt for their pack. It is something the villagers felt for there families, and the world. 

Perhaps this is how my real parents felt about me. Now I will never know.

Love.

The word is love, and that is what I am feeling from the female human. So warm. So soothing. As I drift off to sleep.

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