As Shilala sat outside on the porch she sighed heavy, as she felt nice breeze and smelled the nice cool air she felt alive,  she couldn't help feel like she needed to go out do something go out for run in the woods. Closing her eyes she remembered the day her whole world came to stop she felt almost afraid some night she couldn't go to sleep fear of the dreams.. re living the past over and over again. Watching one by one her family disappear, she shook her head, reached in her backpack and pulled out her knife and grabbed a stick near by and started to carve away shaving the stick to a point. She knew she was needed her to protect the pack she felt loved and  cared for. This where she belonged. She smiled as she carved. Not knowing what the day would bring her she was up for most anything.