The chill of the night only grew colder with the breeze, but Sasha didn’t seem to mind this. She sat outside of the barracks on the fence, her feet swaying as she looked up at the stars. She grew up in the woods where it was always dark and cold at night; still, she’d hunt with her father. Times surly are different now. Still, her attitude remained playful, and she smiled at the sky. She hadn’t noticed you approaching.