Answer: She was rescued by big cats when she was younger and lived with them until she was 8

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Chapter 4

"Mmmm…" Leera sighed in her sleep, turning back and forth, a pained expression on her face.

-flashback (or dream, which ever)-

"Get back to work filth!" A man who was large, not in muscles, but in gut, flung his whip at the young shifter from his 'throne' as he so lovingly called it.

"Honey, she can't hear us, why do you think she can't talk? She would talk if she could hear." A woman, supposedly his wife, put her hand on his shoulder.

A loud growl alerted both of them, that she could, in fact, hear them.

The woman rushed over to the young girl, possibly only four years old, who had a small but still there blood puddle forming around her.

All the sudden it was a different scene, the house that had just been whole, was up in flames, the child's parents nowhere to be seen, while the child stood outside, standing in front of the house, her palm burned from the torch that had been thrown just moments before. She gazed at the fire, her eyes hold no remorse, mourning, or even glee that the pain those bastards had caused her was over.

Though a new pain was about to start.

-end dream thingy-

"Leera, come on honey, time to wake up…" Her eyes shot open and Sam was sitting next to her.

"Oh, thank god you woke her up Sam! Even if she did shy away…" Danny stated.

"It's okay daddy Danny. She's just scared."

Leera looked back and forth as 'daddy' Danny tried to come up with a retort.

He didn't get to however, because Leera had shot up from where she was and was hugging Danny, sobbing and screaming, scared the second pain would come again.

"Danny, she's scared, she woke up to you, and now she sees you as her parent. So you'd probably better comfort her." Sam said serenely.

"Okay." Danny said. He crouched down and picked Leera up, holding her on his hip. (A/N: Daddy moment! Squeee!) "It's okay, Nothing's going to happen. I'm here." Leera calmed down, but still choked out a small sob every now and then.

Danny carried her downstairs and sat on the couch with her. Sam left, deciding to leave them alone.

Danny fell asleep after Leera had cried herself to sleep and was lying down on the couch, Leera lying over his abdomen on her own.

She coughed towards what Danny would later figure out was midnight, and woke him up. He woke up, groggily wondering what the weight was on his chest. Then earlier that day came rushing back to him.

He picked Leera up, bridal style, and carried her upstairs, laying her on the side away from his clock. He got in his pajamas and lay down next to her. Her eyes opened slightly and she smiled.

Danny smiled back and closed his eyes, almost immediately getting groggy. Before his mind gave in to the recesses of sleep, he thought he heard a small and hoarse voice.

"Thank you, Daddy Danny… I love you…"

Yay! Cliffie! I'm sorry it's so short, but I have writer's block at the time. And I changed chapter one a bit.

Quiz thingy:

What time did you read this at, on what day?