What makes a home?

"If I can't move the heavens above, I will move Hell" Sah shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I really don't know. I have the basics I think. Food, some hunting stuff, a blanket, something called a closet where I'm keeping clothes..." The canine was glad that Deimos hadn't immediately brushed him off. The Warden was one of the few people that Sah had interacted with multiple times. And of those people, one of the even fewer that the Outlander felt comfortable asking help from.  That didn't make him feel like any less of a burden at times however. It had to be frustrating for others to have to explain basic concepts. Though some seemed to find amusement in his lack of knowledge. An elderly lady at the library seemed to find immense joy in teaching Sah how to read and write. She'd even handed him a stack of books to read covering some basic topics of living as a human. He'd been slowly working his way through them. Sah sighed before continuing, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. "I thought I had everything I needed honestly. But a neighbor came by to introduce herself, and seemed horrified. She looked like she was going to cry. And now she brings me something called a casserole every day. So I think I'm doing something wrong?" 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