Rustic Hangar

If it wasn't for the barn, who knows who would survive the harsh, spiteful climate of the Canadian North? The ancient, run-down barn (resembling a maze inside) houses much of the canine population of Loghouse, like a den split into many, many sections. A great tragedy of some sort once shook the place, and the results show to this day - a few mere scraps of metal provide a roof, while fallen walls, lofts, and so forth cut the massive innards into many little hide-aways for dogs. Or, at least, some get their own private quarters - many are thrown into a large room, until they are permitted by a Lead Dog, or fight for one of their own. Perhaps it is time to take the risk, however - one is far less respected if he or she sleeps in the 'trash-hole'.