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Peeking her head out from the treeline, Reyna sniffs the air of the clearing. It's not quite as dark as she'd like it to be yet, but her stomach is growling and so far she's yet to have issues digging around the human's homestead. "No human?...Good." Reyna huffs to herself before slinking out into the clearing on all fours. With her head and tail low, she trots up to the cabin in the middle. She sniffs the air before hopping onto the porch, unkempt nails clacking on the wood until she reaches the trash can. Reyna straightens up to push the can down, scurrying around to dig her head into her prize and pick out anything food-adjacent. Too distracted with half her body in the container to notice the door open.