Finding treasure

The sound of her laughter was a balm to any of Seer’s aches, and he was grinning easily as he watched her straighten her ‘hat’ and keep it. They could present it to Io later. His clever daughter would discover a door as he watched, pushing it first to swing away from her, and then back towards her.

He pushed out a paw to keep the back-swing from hitting her, and kept most of the impact off her nose. It still startled her enough to yelp, and he gave her a gentle pat of reassurance.

“So it seems” he commented on her observation. He popped his head in above her, so two pairs of wolven eyes could glance into the room above. His fatter neck pushing the doors open that tinsy bit wider in order to fit.

When she moved into the room, he followed her along. “Somebody bigger than us, perhaps?” he commented, noting the clever way they made tools, and the sweeping roofs he never once brushed against.