Jolting awake for what had to be the fourth time that night, Sera found herself breathing heavily. Her hands clutched her blanket tightly and her entire body was trembling. Slowly, she sat up, her hand moved to her neck, and feeling that there were no bite wounds she let out a soft breath of relief and lay back down. Every night had been the same damned dream since the attack. Blood, snarls, the whites of teeth, the pressure of a jaw around her neck while its wielder clamped down harder… harder… making it difficult to breathe, until she could no longer comprehend what was around her and… She shuddered at the thought, running a hand over her face. Usually, she was not so shaken up by such events. But that one had really taken its toll on her, physically and emotionally. This was not the only restless and nightmare filled night she has had.<br/><br/>Insomnia has been a thorn in Sera’s side since the attack. All night, she tossed and turned in her sleep. She had even woken up a few times and found herself staring at the darkness. When she would fall back asleep, she was in a state where she was half awake, half asleep, listening for any sounds that were out of the ordinary. Even her wolf was restless, as if anticipating another attack at any moment. In her dreams, she could hear her wolf snarl, ready to tear something apart.<br/><br/>“Another bad dream waking me up in the morning,” she softly murmured to herself under her breath, keeping quiet as to not wake the others. “Isn’t that wonderful?” Her gaze was fixed upon the ceiling of the Den she has called home for quite a while now, searching for the energy she needed to get off her ass and start the day. Now that she was awake, she might as well find something to do. Unfortunately that idea was shot down when she noticed two others were already missing. Aidan and Cade. The must have gone out hunting already, which meant she had to stay behind. She let out a huff, displeased with that fact, feeling her restlessness start to boil a little. She would usually go for a run to get out some of that energy, but if there were others hunting she couldn’t afford leaving the Den with one less to defend it.<br/><br/>When she finally pulled herself from under her skins, she sat up and stretched a little. The first thing she noticed was how chilly it was this morning. Rubbing her arms, she immediately looked to see if there was a fire going. A small frown touched her lips when she noticed that the fire had been neglected. A neglected fire was not a sight that anyone wanted to wake up to, especially when it was chilly. It was, essentially, their only heat source and it was cold as hell out here in this wilderness. So she decided that she would be the one to start the fire. That way, there would be a fire ready not only for warmth but to cook whatever kill was brought back. Grumbling to herself, she stood up. Carefully making her way around the Den, keeping her footsteps light as to not disturb anyone, she went to where the logs were kept for firewood.<br/><br/>A few logs were pulled off the pile, carefully tucked under her arm. There was a rock a few feet away from the Den. She decided that would be where she’d chop wood. Any sounds made would echo in the forest, but hopefully not disturb the rest of the pack.<br/><br/>Sera took the axe in her hand, and placed one of the logs on the stump in an upright position. Taking in a deep breath, legs apart, posture square, she raised the axe over her head and swung it down with all her might. She tossed the now split log aside, and grabbed another of the ones she had brought. Rinse and repeat: she set the log into position, and chopped it in half. Sera did this until all of the logs were halved and then brought them to the fire pit. It was good to get all of that energy out. Most of the time, she was a bomb waiting to go off with all of that negative energy stored.<br/><br/>When she finished, she brought the wood into the center of the Den and, after a few tries, got the fire started. Warmth almost instantly embraced her as soon as the flame came alive. She smirked, admiring her work, and then sat near the flame, staring into it while she waited for the others to wake.