Nattie Embers

It's early in the morning. The sun slowly creeps in through open haydoor on the old barn she and they camped out in. Slowly, groggily, she sits up, sleeping bag falling off her as she rubs her eyes. She is still fully dressed, save for her scavanged tactical gear. Slowly, she gets up, yawns and quietly says with a swish of her cat tail, hey. Wake up... we need to get moving soon. We're already burning daylight...