What makes a home?

"If I can't move the heavens above, I will move Hell" Sah nodded and led them swiftly to the small house he'd claimed as his own. The yard was bare of any decorations apart from a large tree. Though that didn't truly count. Unlocking and opening the front door, Sah stepped in and fed the fire, giving Deimos a chance to look around. The home was almost as scarcely decorated as the yard. In one corner of main room there as a neatly folded blanket. In another, a small collection of hunting supplies and weaponry leaned against the wall. Beside those lay a pyramid of casserole,  jerky containers, and a water skin. A small closet was open revealing the bare minimum of clothing one needed and the third corner held a stack of books. The titles in the stack included but were not limited to The Flora and Fauna of Caido, Magic 101, Human Anatomy and Development, and Adulting for Dummies. There were also a few writing practice books.  But that was it. Besides those items and the fire, there was nothing else in the house whatsoever. Nothing else in any of the other rooms. "Where does an oven go anyway? A kitchen right? Where do I put that?" Sah asked as he took off his jacket and put it in the closet. 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