The crone had never been overly concerned about her cabin, only that it didn't bring much trouble back on her. It did tend to have days when it wanted to play or to gallavant, but it also had days that it stayed put, settling in for a nap of sorts. It came when she called, usually, eventually. Other than its reaction to a certain vampire, it didn't seem to mind others around it. It did seem to stay on its best behavior though. Then again, a cabin on chicken legs was bound to cause a bit of a stir in some of the more aware, if they could ever really be called that, children of the City.
She moved through the park as if she had nowhere else to go, and for now, she didn't. She had plans to make, but those were slow in the making, as usual. She had time, so she took it. As she walked she hummed a soft tune, nothing overly distinct, but it seemed to comfort her.
It was such a nice day for a walk in the park after all. She noticed that she was not alone; then again, the park was rarely empty.