((Ok.))
Hala awoke from her sleep. She stretched, her misty white pelt glistening in the sunshine. She walked out of her den and looked around. She trotted off towards the river. She loved the river, and she knew how to fish."Might as well..." she thought to herself as she thought about the fish..
((Hala isn't busy if you want to talk to her...))




no one understands what Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is. Unless you have it yourself.


