She heard him talking away, making strange noises, nothing like orders, so Blue was fine with poking her muzzle at things and shaking the dust off. It was such a strange den, there was no food store, not that she could smell, although there was some decay and death lingering around, it was nothing fresh. Did the pet that lived here die of starvation because someone ruined all the food?
There was something under the floor boards, she could smell it. Tapping her toe claw against it, Blue used the small parting in the floors that she stood on to work the claw through, digging at the surface to pry it up. It would've been easier to just smash her muzzle through, but the dust and cloying smell made her less inclined to let that stuff in her mouth.
In the end, it took her two claws and a lot of splintered wood to get portions of the floor away, only to reveal a box. Blue just huffed. She'd hoped for food. She'd need to go out and find her previous kill at this rate, or go make another, considering the scavengers around here stealing things. Petulant, Blue's tail swung along the side of the den, knocking items over as she peered around, not yet giving up her hunt for something interesting.