Yep, those farmland fires will be a good indicator of where I went. Damn you shrubbery! Scampering as fast as I can, almost passing out from exhaustion from all of this running! Looking at the buildings and wondering how nice the people are inside, while scampering over to the small shack. Not at all feeling the cold night air thanks to my nine tails surrounding my body. Still, I proceed to knock heavily on the shacks door, managing to catch a corner of it on fire as one tail is being naughty. Dammit! Bad tail, bad! Yelling at whomever is inside that their door is on fire and wondering out-loud if they have anything to eat and drink!