One by one the members of the pack woke. The Den was slowly coming to life, and Sera just sat and watched it all unfold. Well, mostly anyway, she was actually just staring into the fire, watching the shapes that her mind created, while her ears listened to the sounds made by her pack mates. Every now and then she’d catch the sounds of the wilderness beyond the cave. She had to admit, such sounds were often, especially during these times, more comforting than her pack mates. Or even the trance inducing flames of the fire for that matter.<br/><br/>She liked to think that fires had their own story to tell. There was always something there, and it could either be good or bad, though some may see nothing but a blaze of orange. Most of the time she just saw what was on her mind. At the moment, that meant the attack. She saw lunging bodies and snapping jaws, wolves running through the flames, becoming engulfed, and then being reduced to a pile of ashes. The ashes below the wood she had gathered, which was slowly being consumed. She would have to get more eventually; sooner than she hoped. Perhaps she should have chopped the wood smaller? Or simply have gone and grabbed more? Oh well. For now she was just going to enjoy the warmth and get lost in the visions.<br/><br/>That was interrupted as soon as she caught the smell of blood.<br/><br/>Sera looked up to see Riot had dragged a kill in. “Nice kill.” She commented quietly, “I suppose I could prepare it. I don’t mind at all.”  Before she could say more, Riot was already taking his leave. With a sigh, she looked at the buck as if wondering where she should start. It really was a nice piece of meat; hers and her wolf’s mouths were salivating at the thought of taking a chunk out of it. There was already a piece missing, who would notice. Before she could give into the temptation, however, she had had heard another approaching, followed by the rest of the pack soon after. E had even added a little more to the fire, which put a slight smile on her face. Looks like she didn’t have to fetch any more wood for awhile, allowed to enjoy the warmth for a little while longer.<br/><br/>Getting this buck prepared was top priority. She was about to get to work, when Tyler showed up. He said something about preparing it, to which she gave a huff. No shit, Sherlock, that was what she was about to do. Honestly, she could use the exercise. A ‘normal’ human woman would probably have a difficult time with a buck like that, for a werewolf it was no sweat. Then again, she doesn’t really get to prepare kills very often. She hunts, sure, but preparing was usually left to either the men or someone else deciding to jump in before she can speak up. Oh well. Maybe someday she’d prepare a kill; that was something she had her mind set on, and was not backing off of. The urge to kill, which had been practically pounded into her wolf, was pretty strong. Holding it back was often a little difficult.<br/><br/>Sera’s thoughts were redirected when Thomas had appeared. Out of habit, respect, whichever worked, she sat a little straighter. Catching the coffee, when it was tossed to her, she listened to what he had to say. Then the howl broke out, a familiar howl… Eryan. Poor girl was going to wander from one heartbreaking moment to the next. Thomas suggested that someone come with him, and she decided to take him up on that. Immediately, she nodded, rose to her feet, and followed after Thomas without a word. It didn’t look like anyone else wanted to take on the task, so she might as well.<br/><br/>She jogged out of the Den, stripped herself of her clothes, and then shifted to her smallish black wolf form, following behind Thomas closely while keeping an eye out. This would give her a chance to go on a much needed morning run, too, which she had planned on doing later anyway. Sera has always been one who has always had way too much pent up energy. A leisurely run was always nice first thing in the morning. Since the attack, she has gone on more runs than she usually did. However, as she and Thomas ran towards where they were going to meet Eryan, things didn’t seem so leisurely after all. There was something in the pits of her stomach, something her wolf seemed to be telling her, saying she needed to really keep her guard up.