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A day had passed since she was accepted. She was still without a home and the drizzle the sky offered reminded her of that fact. In her regular tiny form, in which she chose to travel long or with speed, she reached the place Anselm spoke of. This would be the place she would search of a den. Though, she was interested in the Mansion. She never saw one before. She only heard of it from her only friend. He was the only friend that was no more. He had passed on and left only one piece of him behind. It was the jewelry that was attached to her tail. It was tightly, but comfortably, placed on the base of it; like a hair tie on a pony-tail. She loved the vintage design it had. It would forever remain for the rest of her existence. Someday, perhaps soon, she would make a trip to explore the mansion. She doubts she would ever make her home there, though. She was use to natural homes such as caves.
She eyed the area with her sharp golden eyes as her black dipped paws became still. There were many dens she could see but some may be claimed. First, she would choose an area she would like her opening to be facing. Something pleasant would be nice. She carried a bag of her personal belongings that was strapped on her back as she walked some more. Every now and then she flicked her black-tipped tail for no reason. The sky was obviously hidden by clouds as it continued to drizzle. Maybe she should find one soon, the weather may worsen.