A member of the rescue team, Prism, a team consisting of eight eeveelutions, with each of them having decided what evolution path they wanted to take. Hell, the little home that the leader usually stayed in occupied all eight of them. She was the firey one of the group, and of course, in the early hours of the morning, she was gonna be the first to wake up, and the first to be raring to go while her teammates were still fast asleep, dreaming peacefully.

Which meant maybe, she may have to wake one, if not more of the team. But for now, only one should suffice. She laid in her nest, likely deciding her target of the other seven. Today's gonna be a good day, she can feel it. She's sure.