distant, the wind howls

Beauregard was surprised at the strength the other male showed. The lid, while it had been heavy for the yearling, seemed to give way to the older male. Torben might have gotten more force behind it though? Beau didn’t dwell on that fact, merely grateful that the lid was open and that the other male was keeping it that way. At Torben’s request for Beau to drag whatever was inside out, the ashen cream male moved to do just that. “On it!”

He was surprised to see that it wasn’t just one object in the chest, but many. He knew removing them all from the chest would take a while but if they could at least get a grasp on what these things were, and what use they might have, then they could decide if it was worth getting all of them out.

He grabbed the first roughly shaped object in jaws and tossed it out onto the floor. It was cold, a bit lumpy, and had a bit of weight to it. It reminded him of his knife almost, just not sharp. After tossing a few more to the floor with heavy “kerklunk” and rattling.

“There’s more, but it’ll take a while to get them out,” Beau told Torben. “Why don’t we see if it’s worth the effort first? I’ve got a few of them. They’re a bit… weird.” He walked over to round and oval-ish pieces that he’d tossed on the floor and sniffed at them. They were large medallions of some sort, metallic, with symbols inscribed on them that jutted out from the main base. The ones he had gotten out had the symbols of fire, water, and a couple different flowers on them.

Whatever they were made of had withstood the tests of time thus far. Beau flicked an ear curiously. Could these be used somehow to make more weapons?