Deep inside Alaska, there was a smaller sized town, completely surrounded by tundras of course. A few miles in that tundra, there was a singular cabin. The only resident of that cabin was Andromeda. At the current moment, she's outside, plowing some snow off the cabin's porch.

Andromeda: Using a shovel currently while singing to herself idly. "I'm going back to 505... if it's a seven hour flight or a-" She pauses, looking up and around, her ears perking up before she just shrugs to herself. "Huh. Foxes must be acting up again or something."