Because it's just not natural otherwise

So this place sucked. All the young warrior could do was look at the tundra outside his new hiding place with such discomfort that it was visible. His mohawk almost blended with his ruffled scruff. It was so barren. Like seriously what was wrong with these lands?! There was no structures that even resembled the dens he was used to. From the developed and sophisticated city life he was exiled to the rural and feral life. As if his singed tail and hungry stomach weren't bad enough. These lands were so unnatural and it gave him a discomfort that rivaled anything else.

How was he supposed to even exist without the ruins that the nofurs left behind? This was the closest structure to normal that the young boy had found. Well aside from the, whatever his mom had called them, contraption in the ice to the east. He was pretty sure that it was called a bait but he could be wrong. His pumpkin eyes were watching as the snow outside seemed to kick up worse. He'd hate to be stuck out in that. At least he'd found this place. He turned around and moved further inside. Time to find some comfort in this place. He made for a set of stairs and moved up. He'd find a place higher up to watch for intruders he figured. Much like his father he was intent on settling into this ruin and making sure no one thought they could move in without permission from him. He took a seat after a slow careful climb in the broken window that held some colors still. This looked like a good look out point.

Though he was exhausted and by the time he got comfortable he was being lulled to sleep by the wind outside.