Hunger had forced her out of the park. Away from the others. She had wanted to stay but she needed to feed and there was nothing to eat there. There was no warmth in those like herself. So she had left.
But outside the park things were difficult. She had found warmth, several times. But she had not been able to feed. Each time, the warmth had fought back, yelling, throwing things, swinging things at her head. Self preservation had caused her to blink and every time she did, she was some place different. She did not know why she did it, but it worked.
She did not know where she was now, but she wanted to go back to the park. Back to the others like herself. Perhaps they could find warmth together. More to hunt, more to feed. But she could not find the others. She did not know where they had gone, but she was alone now.
Alone and hungry. A low moan escaped her throat. Another time it might have been a call for help, but she had no words any longer. Just a hole inside her that ached to be filled. So she moaned.