The creation watched her master as he stood. It noted how he needed assistance and how he leaned against the tank while reaching down to it. It eyed his hand for a moment before it reached out to grasp it, letting him pull on its arm for a moment before it clicked what he wanted. It released his hand and moved to put its feet under itself. They were still not used to moving and wobbled dangerously as it began to pull itself off the ground. Much like her creator, it grabbed a hold of the tank for assistance, pulling itself up further that way. It took on its two feet, its legs shaking against the strain. It rubbed along its thighs a moment, trying to bring the muscles under control but they were still not used to working properly. 

The creature took a few steps, testing things out. It didn't want to fall like it had before and when it felt like it had taken a poor step, it reversed the step and tried again. Eventually, it began to get a hang of moving its feet properly so it wasn't tripping over itself and soon the shaking of its legs subsided enough for it to take steady steps. As they entered into the hallway, the creature looked around at all the paintings, even stepping up to the ones it found most interesting and gliding its hand along the canvas. It then made its way to the large windows and peered out at the night sky. Its dark grey eyes peered out into the night, mouth agape at the sheer size of the world outside. 

It was when her creator asked her a question did she turn to look at him. It took her a moment to process what he was asking her but when she finally realized he was asking how she was feeling, she let out a low coo before peering out of the window once more. She pointed out the moon, mostly hidden behind some clouds, and trilled happily at the sight of it. Then she hurried to the other side of the hall, pointing to a moon in one of the paintings. She looked at him, happily making noises as she pointed out the similarities between the two. Then she moved to a painting of a wolf and pointed to it before running back towards the window and pointing out to something in the dark. She tapped the glass excitedly before she let out a sound that was very similar to a bark. Again, this was just a hint of memory that lingered in the back of her mind. Perhaps when she was alive, she had her own dogs but for some reason or another, the sound a dog makes was something ingrained in her.

Sure enough, off into the distance, one might notice the movements of shadows as a small pack of dogs patrolled along the treeline. There were probably about three of them, or at least three that could be seen and they seemed to be out hunting, possibly for something to eat. Wild packs of dogs are not unheard of for these parts. Just how she noticed them off in the distance in the dark, was another matter. 
She trilled happily to herself before she turned to look once more at master. She was enjoying this game of find the items.