Finding treasure

Before he could step through the gap, his crafty little daughter suddenly appeared beneath his paws, and slipped through first. He shook his head at her, and playful swiped at her departing tail, before following her in. He wondered if her fearlessness would be a useful thing once she was the whisper in the future Warlords ear. Or perhaps by then she would have learned a little bit of healthy caution. Perhaps not, Sirius was hardly the perfect teacher for that. Perhaps it would come from Zee, his poor Wife had been busy of late, chasing after the messes left in the wake of their children. No wonder she kept denying him her bed, perhaps she was afraid any such union would mean more little rugrats to chase.

Asla would find something in a box, and he moved forward to sniff them. He wasn’t certain what they possessed, but he knew the containers would be of use. He carefully aligned them near the magic-tube and wrapped them back up in the skin.

He laughed aloud when he saw Asla’s new hat. Shaking his head and moving forward to gently knock his paw upwards at it, not enough to knock it off her, but perhaps enough for it to cover her eyes. “Hold onto that, I bet Auntie Io might have a use for it”