Finding treasure

Really, when did Asla complain? When her father licked the wounded paw pad, she merely blinked and continued on her way. She longed for interesting things, but so far everything was just rotting and smelly. When Sirius knocked the wooden thing aside, again, she went through the hole first. Other than water, Asla knew no fear.

This room smelled a little less musty. "What are these?" She moved forward to the wall where there was a wooden box filled with glass jars. The jars seemed to be filled with things and most of them were still in tact. "Treasure?" Shrugging, she pushed the box towards her father before exploring some more.

It looked as though someone may have lived here for a while. There was a strange nest in the corner that smelled very odd to the girl. She snorted and shook her head, not liking the smell at all. In the opposite corner if the room was a shelf. On this shelf were dishes. Big bowls, small bowls. One had strange handles and tiny holes all over it. This one Aslatiel sat on top of her head like a helmet, ears poking through the handles. She giggled at herself before continuing her exploration.