Katrina had spent most of the night tossing and turning. Normally, she was known to be a sound sleeper, but recent events had her on edge; she was constantly on the lookout, her nose seeming to have a mind of its own, seeking out scents that did not belong here naturally. She was use to high tension. Every time something had everyone on edge, she thought back to her childhood. Her father had raised her to be instinctive. There was never time for hesitation, especially in a situation where decisions needed to be made quick.<br/><br/>These days, quick decisions were literal life and death.<br/><br/>Stretching, Katrina sat up and looked outside, wondering if some fresh air would do her good. From the small sounds she picked up, she was not the only one awake.  Sleep came very little these days; the most Katrina had gotten over the past few weeks was maybe more than twenty hours altogether; last night, she had only slept for two. If she started moving around surely nobody would be bothered by her. On the other hand, she wondered if the movement was a sign.<br/><br/>She suddenly found herself even more on edge, and rolled out of bed. If everyone was up and about, she doubted she would be able to convince herself to get any more sleep anyway. She opened her window and leaned outside, taking in the cool air. It felt good to get out some of the stuffiness, which had filled the room so suddenly. Inhaling and letting out a slow exhale, feeling her shoulders slowly ease up from being so tense.<br/><br/>Part of her expected to catch the scent of another wolf; at times, she could have sworn there was a sort of phantom lingering there, waiting for her to pick it up. But there was nothing there at all.<br/><br/>Katrina decided to leave the window open to keep a breeze in her room.<br/><br/>She wrapped herself in her robe and went out into the hall.