why do we have a drawer full of tangled cables?

With the turning of the season, most prey had already long since fled north. The Oaks were quiet, the air frigid as Hattori padded along, intent on inspecting their surplus stores and guest quarters. For the most part, the majority of their supplies and food caches were tucked away within the maze in storage spaces that were hidden between the walls of bamboo. Neat and orderly, out of the way, as was good and proper. But out here, it was a bit...unkempt. He would have thought perhaps someone had snuck in and had a rummage around, but admittedly there was much out there of real value. No food, just excess timber and pelts, bleached whale bones and what appeared to be a half made bamboo fence panel.

The Oaks were well due some reorganising and though such a task was surely beneath him, Hattori found the sight irksome enough to do it himself, rather than hand off the job to someone else. With a tsk, he began pawing through the contents of the oak tree storage unit, grumbling under his breath all the while.