What makes a home?

"If I can't move the heavens above, I will move Hell" Sah watched Deimos as he prepped the birds, trying to sear the steps into his memory. Take the feathers off, warm the oven, season the birds, cook. Seemed simple enough. "An hour? Alright." Sah's voice was a bit unsure, his concept of hours and such still being developed. He was far more used to simply using the alignment of the sun. It was taking some time to assign hours to such measurements but he was getting there. Sah eyed the feathers that had been plucked and upon running a finger over over one, his face lit up. "Soft." He noted before springing into action. He began sorting the feathers out so that he could clean them later. They would make an excellent addition to his nest. sah There stood the wolf in the winter wind Full of fearsome might There stood the wolf in the winter wind King of the winter night. -Tim Vallie