dead men tell no tales

Ysmir already chalked the structure up to whoever had built the barn. Maybe not by the same individual but the same advanced species that predated the wolves growing civilization. He shrugged again, not able to tell for sure but he couldn’t argue against her anyway. Ysmir stayed with his paws planted firmly on solid ground as she poked further, causing the boat to rock in the water here. The boy’s silver and blue eyes shifted back to the cavern around them as she scooted forward to grab at an item within the enclosed room on the boat. Ysmir’s attention was grabbed at the sound of the thud on old wood. Dark ears perked as he looked to the glass and heard his sister’s appraising voice. He was sure this was not the only useful item that was hidden here, but he wasn’t sure he trusted the deck enough to walk upon it. Ysmir nodded almost absently in agreement as he peered around the corner, curious if she could find anything else to return to Fireside with.