That was. Bones and bags. Who kept those things under floorboards and in a box? Why would that be important?
These pets were so strange, keeping useless things in hidden places. They'd be better making use of the time it took to learn how to hunt and preserve and take care of themselves, the lanky idiots. Blue just huffed at the box, turning away and leaving the fire-handler with it. He could keep the useless junk if he wanted. There was no use for it to her. The bones were too small and stale to be useful either.
Why keep it?
Sticking her nose around the little corners, Blue came up with nothing but stale air and dust. This was a waste of her time, no one was hiding food in here, there was nothing to hunt. It was just a strange little den that smelled funny. The pet that made it probably died because it couldn't hunt. Chirping and lowering her head before giving a bark, Blue nodded her head to the door, hoping that this one would understand her signals since none of them were very good at catching her meaning.
She'd rather not have to nudge him out, but she would.