Clark's P.O.V.

Once we arrive home, I prepare a bath then, after taking off remains of what must have used to be clothing, put her in it.

Looks like she's 5'5'' and 120 pounds.

I can only guess that she's somewhere in her teens.

This child, largely a mystery to me, reminding me to consider calling Bruce for help on figuring out who she is, promptly regains consciousness at the shock of the warm water.

I was just about to shampoo her hair.

She flounders a bit, as if scared, for a second, that she might drown. I wonder what happened, if anything, to cause that fear.

She licks at the water then spits.

I did put some body wash in there, thinking that it would make cleaning her a little easier.

She may not like the way the water tastes but she does seem to like the warmth.

I decide to try asking her slowly, making sure to use simpler words.

Please let her know at least the rudiments of English. I still don't know her name.

"You like water feel?"

I haven't spoken like this since I was a toddler but this is a feral child I'm attempting to communicate with. She's had to have been deprived of language for some time.

Well, except the one of wolves.

"Like water feel."

It worked. Her voice is halting and slightly husky but she did talk.

I wonder what led to the huskiness but I feel that she should get clean first.

"Me clean your hair."

Yes, talking like this bugs me as a reporter but it's the only way I have in order to communicate with her, such as it is.

I rub the shampoo into her hair as I carefully get the twigs and grass out of it. She'll look much better once she's clean.

She sure seems anxious as she looks around, sniffing for something.

It's because you took her out of her forest, Clark! You took her away from her home.

Those wolves were her family and now you've made it so she can't find them.

How do you expect her to feel?

She howls, low and mournful.

I feel slightly ashamed but I know I can't take her back.

Okay fine, sure, her talk was pretty much just repeating after me but still. Baby steps.

Who knows how long it's been before me that someone's spoken to her in English? That part of her brain is, I'm sure, long overdue for stimulus.

She'll also need to adapt to living as a girl.

I don't think she has so much as bipedalism, though maybe that should wait until her leg's healed. Having a broken leg will likely interfere with her balance.

Once she's all clean, I let the water out of the tub.

She quickly gets back on all fours then, her eyes wide, paws at the water.

I swallow my laughter then, sure that she's probably thirsty, run a trickle of cold water from the faucet.

She licks at it, same as any dog would do, then licks her lips and, with the exception of her broken leg, shakes herself dry.

I got out of the way just in time but my glasses do get slightly wet. I wipe them on my shirt.

I'll have to get her to stop doing that.

I get a large green towel and place it on the floor but, before I can help her out of the tub, she comes out herself then carefully rolls herself all over it.

Okay. That's kind of cute.

I roll her up in it and she yips at me.

I carry her out then head to my bedroom. I can handle the mess in a bit, there's a broken leg that needs to be taken care of.

I put her on my bed then turn on the light.

She blinks, clearly not used to electric light.

I remember that she acted the same way in the bathroom before I turned the light off.

I handle the mess in there as fast as I can then come back.

She blinks again. Obviously, she's never seen anyone move that fast.

She'd remember if she saw Flash.

At least, I think she would.

For all I know, she doesn't really remember anything before her life with wolves.

I take care of her leg then, after getting her dressed in a soft white nightgown that Kara left here, slightly pull down my glasses and use X-ray vision on her larynx. Looks like her vocal cords are slightly damaged, due to what I think may be a fire.

I push my glasses back up and gently run one hand through her hair. "My mystery wolf who's really a girl. I wish that you could tell me what you remember."

Her eyes widen at the sound of my last word. It's as if hearing it unlocked something hidden deep inside her.

She points to herself.

I must have said her name.

She points to me. "Clark."

She points to herself. "Ember."

So that's what her name is.

I point to myself. "Me Clark. I man."

She points to herself. "Me Ember. I wolf girl."

Well, the way that she speaks has no signs of change but it makes my smile widen. Now I know who my mystery guest is.

Well, actually, I need to find out what her full name is.

As luck would have it, I manage to do so just before she curls up at the foot of my bed and falls asleep.

I get a spare blanket then gently put it over her.

Sleep well with sweet dreams, Ember Starlight Wolfram.