On the cold stone floor of the cave, she was finding it difficult to sleep; it simply was not coming to her easily. Many years of living in human society has spoiled her to their everyday luxuries and she found it difficult to become adjusted now that she was deprived of so many. She so desperately wanted to snuggle in her pillows, cuddled up in that soft blanket she once owned. When morning came she was still tired, the beast was. The human part of her could live without much sleep; human society didnâ€™t seem to sleep much.<br/><br/>Nobody asks to be like thisâ€¦ Before she found out about the beast inside of her, she just wanted was to live a â€˜normalâ€™ life like any other human, despite the fact that she has always been a loner and usually preferred to be a loner. Humans have never accepted her; â€œthereâ€™s just something weird about herâ€ they would always say. She never had any friends, resorting to becoming bitter, accepting the fact that she was not wanted. Being around her kind was still taking some getting adjusted to. The human part of her missed her old family, the rather pathetic and bloody life she had been so comfortable with, while the hungry beast inside wanted to tear them to shreds for being so ignorant. They got what they deserved, right? She was free, right? Humans cling to the silliest thingsâ€¦ So many unneeded things in their lives, it was rather pathetic, really.<br/><br/>Soon the others in the cave began to stir; as quiet as the early birds were she had fairly good hearing and was woken by it. Yawning, stretching, Seravi opened her eyes slowly and with a sigh, she rolled onto her back. There was a fire outside that someone had been tending to the whole night as well as a radio softly playing music; both things were comforting and gave her a sense of home. Since she wasnâ€™t a morning person she didnâ€™t want to uncover herself even if the blanket she had barely kept her warm. Her stomach growled once she caught the scent of blood, followed by the sound of a familiar voice outside of the cave. Breakfast was being served perhaps? It was rather earlyâ€¦ Since she hadnâ€™t eaten much the other night having failed another hunt, realizing hunting was still going to take some more practice on her part, breakfast was sounding pretty damn nice right about now.<br/><br/>Seravi licked her lips with a faint smirk and finally moved out from under her blanket, deciding to join the others out by the fire. It seemed to just be Kakasha and Damian who were awake aside from the Alpha from what she had gathered. Aidan seemed to be absent, however, probably out doing some early morning hunting as well.<br/><br/>Not one for socializing much in the morning, she only quietly watched Kakasha as she gingerly sharpened her knife and prepared it for when she would skin the buck, enviously. Skinningâ€¦ That kind of thing was definitely something she did not have the patience for at all but knew she would need to learn to do it eventually. Patience was a virtue, as they say, and though she was not patient she did know her place. It was more instinct than knowledge, however. For instinct was pretty much the only thing allowing her to survive here. Through observing she has learned quite a bit, but in the end it was instinct. The wolf â€“the beast- in her knew exactly what to do, and she followed it.<br/><br/>That was the only way she knew how to live, and she resorted to it in time of need. But even then she still wanted to change and rely less on instinct, lest she forever be an outcast.