The she-wolf tucked under a large tree, it's roots shielding her from the forest around her. The smell of rain heavy now, but no drop was to be found just yet. Zuka tucked closer to the inner part of the area, the light that could be seen blasting shapes and such on the ground below her paws. She took a soft breath, moving around to getore comfortable in the cramped rooted area. There seemed to be only enough room for about three wolves her size, and believe me, she was petite. It was definitely a tight fit.

She lay her head down on her paws, followed by a soft sigh. Maybe things would be better in the morrow... She knew it was too early to close her eyes, she already felt paranoid and unrelaxed... Sleeping now would be foolish, especially with the amount of Anxiety she already had.

But alas... Her eyelids grew heavy, closing them for only a minute seemed just right. That was until she could hear someone... Someone close. Her head shot up and she bonked it right on the tree bottom above herself.

She groaned, Damn tree! she snarled in a hushed voice, rubbing the top of her head with a paw, her orange gaze instantly darting towards every possible exit of the rooted jungle in which she seemed plausible for her makeshift den.