Broken Boulder and all that doin' takes energy

Lily enjoyed the simple things in life, like snoozing away the mornings. She was very much displeased, then, to be roused when the sun was barely over the horizon, the faint light of dawn touching her den. With a gaping yawn, she slipped from the rocks and began to pad toward from where Ali had called, her charcoal fur disheveled and sticking straight up, in some places.

She'd had a fitful sleep, as well. Her dreams had been horrifyingly vivid, scenes of chaos and blood. She'd seen her family members die in front of her, and was powerless to do anything. But then the visions had turned positive. . .watching stars with Korei, laughing with Lana--

Then she'd heard Ali's howl, and had been ripped from the world of dreams until the next night's arrival.

Blinking sleepily, she came across Alarian, who looked as if he were deep in concentration. "Hey," Lily yawned, giving him a faint smile. "Hunt?" She wasn't good for more than monosyllables, so soon after being woken up, but she thought she'd caught the message in the call. Trepidation gave her a little more energy. This would be her first pack hunt--the first test of her skills.