Dorm 105
The wolf animalia nodded and looked at where the three bedrooms lied, what she wanted slash needed was a room with a window, for all she could when younger, Isabella couldn't sleep without feeling the moon's gaze, even when clouds covered the pale beauty, or when a raging snowstorm howled, the redhead could feel the light of the moon. So, with purpose in her mind, the canine student walked to the door on the left, and it had a window ("Good, I just hope that my roommates have one too, I do not want to argue about the need for a window.") then a thought came to her mind as she sat on the bed ("I have roommates, don't fuck it up Isa, they can be good friends.") her body language deflated with worry, soon followed by acceptance ("Whatever happens, I must keep going with optimism.") she shook her head, throwing away the bad thoughts. She had a chance to be good.


