Mikena stretched and let out a mousy yawn from the opposite corner of Daisy.  Her short black hair was tousled from her ritual tossing and turning and recurring nightmares that came to her every night.  She didn't let the discontent of her subconscious damper any mood for the gang, but seeing the puppy mauled over and over in her head each night was driving her slowly insane.<br/><br/>"Good morning!  You know what I always want to go out for... food!  I know we have some here, but if we raided some of the abandoned houses, maybe we could make a feast!"  Mikena was letting her imagination get the best of her.  If she was to wake each morning this hyper, she'd surely drive the other girls crazy.<br/><br/>"Sorry," she sighed, reaching for a black hair brush that used to be her mother's.<br/><br/>She sighed and shoved her arm under her sleeping bag, lifting the bandage and taking a look at the bite.  She secretly smeared some of the relieving paste of herbal mixtures on it, and flexed several times.  Quickly throwing a new wrap around the bite, she pulled her sleeve back down and yawned again, arms full up to the sky.<br/><br/>"What do you girls think, what are we in dire need of?"