(I don't have a pet form for Ura yet, so this Shartile will be a stand-in)
The stones were cold against her bare feet as Ura stepped out into the night air. Taking one last glance behind her, she imprinted the warm feeling of a well kept home, the smell of coffee only slightly covered by the abundance of plant life, the walls decorated with frames all before the door creaked shut. It was... a very alien feeling after having been on her own for so long. So foreign that she didn't know how to process it all.