Shafts of light shine down from the holes in the roof, and the door hangs ajar from its hinges. The glass in the window is nearly all gone, and the walls are grumbling into nothingness, leaving just a huge room. The Loners who reside here have filled the rooms with moss and feathers from their prey and the nearby trees, and often sleep in one large clump to stay warm. The door has thorns wrapped around it so that only cats can get through and nothing larger can.
