the migisi are dogs that are trained to use their senses to the best of their ability. one of the migisi's most important senses is their sight and from up here, the dogs can see everything. there is a small window on each side of the barn. there are three migisis that watch over the pack from up here. they generally just watch out the window for predators or cochetas and if they see something, they warn the pack [they definately get the attention from their spot] and they hide.

the yenene's den is a relatively small one; a snug hollow in the dry straw of one of the horse stalls. it's the largest of the row, the open box, and is "separated" into two halves by a slab of rock leaned, by dint of much elbow grease, between the two, like a partition. its side is pockmarked and eroded with age, providing neat little pockets for storing herbs and other such medical necessities. The feed trough, too, hooked over the top of the stall, is usually stored with plants and cobwebs. the water bucket, resting sullenly in the corner, is positioned strategically underneath a leak from the roof, and fills with rainwater for invalids to drink from. the straw is piled into neat nests for the patients to curl up in, and the top section of the stall door swings shut if privacy is needed. the entire stall fits maybe five or six, not including the yenene itself.

the teachers of the enola sleep in the clean, dry straw lining the floor of the stalls. there are about ten stalls, each fitting up to four or so fully-grown dogs. the leaks in the ceiling of the old barn roof have, on a whole, been blocked by wads of leaves or mud, but some burst and wet the hay on regular occasions. each stall is painted a uniform white, but the paint is chipping and peeling with age. one of the reasons the nursery isn't located in the stables is because of the lead in the paint; young pups often lick it off of the wall. even the yenene is powerless to stop it, once it's been swallowed. the stale scent of horses is strong in the air, as well as leather, sweat, and manure. strips of dark leather hang on the walls - which are, incidentally, good for chewing on - and a few mice still seek safety in the straw. the top compartments of the doors can be closed, to deter visitors, but the favored way of entering a den is by leaping over the lower half.

the rafters of the old barn turn sharply and veer off into square angles in the middle of nowhere - subsequently creating smaller, closed off sections. long ago, some farmer dragged plywood boards over the lower sections of the rafters - perhaps to stop leakage from reaching the ground, and rotting the hay? - creating a "floor". it's flimsy, but over the years, it's stiffened and its joints have swollen with water, until, now, it is lodged firmly in its resting place. It's about twenty feet from the ground. the dogs reach it by climbing up the haystacks, and when one falls, it's only into the soft straw cushioning the floor below. hay is brought to this "second floor" regularly by obedient sunkis filling out apprentice duty, and the adoettes use the stuff to make soft, cosy nests high in the rafters. a window - the very window which the migisi sleep by - filters light to those nearer the northern end of the barn, while those favoring darkness can choose to sleep in the farther back corners. there's plenty of room, high up in the ceiling, and the only dogs higher are the winemas.

once a pup reaches the ripe old age of four months, they are, with much ceremony, bustled off to the haystacks where the sunki sleep. directly below the beds of the three winemas, the lively youngsters can often - and will often - be a pain, but they usually drift off to sleep by at least moonhigh. after all, they work all day with their teachers. with about one puppy to every hay bale, there's plenty of room, and the hay is warm and snug and keeps the wind out, which is why the dogs favor it as bedding. the hay at the top tends to be the wettest and coldest, and around the sites, the sunki tend to be stepped on and jostled by adoettes retiring to their dens in the rafters; so it's a warm, cosy spot in the very center of the heap that is most prized. over the moons, the sunki have begin cycling around regularly, with every pup getting an equal chance at the honored place.