Fenna opened her eyes when someone greeted her with a good morning. It took her a moment to realise where she was. And that the previous day obviously hadn't been a dream. She hadn't woken up next to her husband, nor could she hear her children who hopelessly failed at trying to be silent in the morning. A tear rolled down her cheek and she rubbed it away. They were far away somewhere, and she would find a way back to them. She sat up, hiding a yawn behind her hand. A gawk from the tree greeted her and she looked up with a smile. The falcon was still there. 

She got up. "Morning, everyone," she said as she stretched her arms.  

Now what? Breakfast? Although she wasn't much of an early eater - she never ate breakfast right after getting up - she did have some morning rituals. It started to sink in that not only did she have to miss her morning cuddles, but her morning tea as well. That sucked. Even when they had gone camping they had always brought teabags with them. She bent down to pick up her spear and examined it for a moment - she had never seen one of these before, but she had read about spears with a fork attached to the end, but weren't they supposed to be larger? Maybe she'd have an opportunity to test this one, but now was not the time for that. There were more important things to do. 

Fenna walked over to where Adam was. "Hey," she said to him. "Can you show me what route you are planning to take today?"