*Ana enters the tan home, her bare feet crossing the threshold coming dangerously close to a pouncing ball of fur with it's claws extended. Once inside the chill of the cool night air melted away from her body, her silver eyes darted from one corner to another. "Hello? Is anyone here?" She called out into the silence, without waiting for an invitation she strode across the floor, gliding so smooth it appeared as if she wasn't even walking. She sunk down in the tattered green recliner near the fire, the rough denim of her jeans creasing at her inner thighs as she crossed her legs, Indian style on the chair.*