The home of the Rithr’Fliks is the large building that once housed freight behind the trains. On one side, it borders the thick oak forest surrounding Kah’ren. On another, lay the dormant trains. A cracked road from the other side leads to the city’s centre, the winding trail often abandoned in favour of shortcuts.

The Chief has made her den in the old control room of the warehouse, the jacket of a vanished human repurposed into her bed. There are blankets and other articles of clothing scattered around the warehouse for all to use, as well as the resources gathered from Pullings. Most of the clan live within the walls, but Mouse has not set a hard limit. Those who wish to make their dens under the frozen trains or around the tracks are permitted, so long as they are not obvious to the untrained eye.