Layla shielded her eyes from the morning sun. Crows called out, stirring up a ruckus. The slight sound of pitter-pattering paws on soft snow alerted her of the hunt. Golden dawn light shone throughout the forest, awakening the woodlands. Slowly, Layla stood up and walked down. Walking through the thick trees, she watches as the light beams brighter and sounds in the air seemed to increase.  Still no sign of anything. Again. But Layla was used to this small, lonely place.. It was fine. This place was now her home. There was magic, life and animals. A childhood dream. It’s cold. No one is here. Layla is the only one. How does she feel? When will we ever get home?