Cara was not the kind of person to come slowly to wakefulness. Mord'Sith training saw to that. But there were times it took several minutes to realise and remember where exactly she was waking up. Today was one of those times.

( Cut for length and vague NWS-ness )

[For one.]

Cara had been feeling the urge to head down to the woods most of the week, which in and of itself wasn't highly unusual as they still felt like the most familiar place on the island. What was unusual was the unsettling and often confusing dreams (no seriously, she had no idea what a half-fixed, half-variable home-loan even was, let alone why she'd want one) that had accompanied this feeling.

But since hunting things usually made her feel better, she eventually gave into the urge, and was stalking through the preserve, bow in hand.

[For two.]