A petit pink-haired hirl with white catlike ears approached the house, shaking from the cold. Opening the creaky door she sauntered in, almost casually. She didn't care much if anyone still lived there or not. If they did, it would only mean a bonus, knowing that there was some food that she could swipe. Her tail swishes back and forth as she walks further into the drafty house until faint voices enter her acute ears. She pauses, trying to make out what direction they came from and began to creep towards it.