What makes a home?

"If I can't move the heavens above, I will move Hell" A small tilt to Sah's lips was followed by a determined glance at the oven. "Absolutely." Glancing out the window where some ningos were, his grin grew mischievous. "Any failed attempts we can use as projectiles to catch dinner." It'd ben an inefficient method but what else could horribly failed cookies be used for? "But uh...  how do we use the oven in the first place? How do we make cookies?" Sah glanced at Deimos curiously, hoping he had the answers. Surely the general knew the secrets about such important endeavors? Right? The canine was at a complete loss over such a topic but he was eager to learn. 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