After a moment Nadia buries the water bottle back into the bag, careful to zip it up. She yawns quietly and stretches her back. Sleeping in trees always made her stiff, but she didn't have a sleeping bag anymore. The damn thing got set on fire when she dropped it too close to her fire pit. No matter. She could make due.
The shifter cracks her neck and sets off to check her traps. Hopefully she snagged a rabbit; that'd sure make a nice meal. Nadia listens to the forest around her. It was oddly quiet, especially for how close she was to the groups' territory.