distant, the wind howls

The stranger introduced himself as Torben, a name that was just as unfamiliar to Beauregard as the albino man himself. The yearling turned his attention towards the older wolf as he spoke and found that Torben knowing the answer was… well, more interesting than what the item itself was. He’d have to get to know Torben a bit more before the two of them parted ways.

The ashen cream male tilted his head and frowned as he watched as the albino creature reached out to touch the sun-blocker… only to watch it crumble. “It must be ancient…” He breathed out. “Like a leaf fallen in autumn left in the sun for seasons…” He moved towards one of the chests and began to nose at it.

At first, the chest wouldn’t move but, feeling it give even slightly was enough for Beau to continue to prod at it. He let out a soft grunt as he bore his weight on the flooring and pushed against the trunk, smacking it against the wall as he did so. It took a moment but, with creaks of protest, the lid of the trunk started to come up… only to crash back down noisily when Beau slipped out of position. The ashen cream male glanced over his shoulder at Torben with a grin.

“Wanna give me a paw? Looks like something is in here. It’s heavy.”