I woke up feeling a little better. I got an urge to look at the window, so I walked towards it. The trees were dancing with the wind again. I could imagine the caress of the breeze on my face.

"Let me go for a walk," I whispered.

I was about to turn when I noticed a chubby man walking, probably to go to the gate. I could not see his face, but I knew he was not a pack member. I don't want to discriminate, but I have never seen someone chubby in the pack.

"Probably, a ...