"Anock." He muttered under his breath, watching her tail slip out the door. He heard her say she was going to her room, but he didn't remember her sleeping anywhere else. Curious, he slipped out the door rather painfully and followed her retreating tail tip. He padded after her until he found himself outside a door. He positioned his eye at the crack of the door and looked inside. On the wall there was a picture of a sky. He hadn't seen much art done by the vikings in the castle besides the tapestries. He saw the chest from earlier and narrowed his eyes as he saw the young lioness reach for it and peer inside. At her expression, he concluded she had smelled the blood of their ancestors on the cord.
"I told you not to look inside," he said softly, stepping into the room. He saw her push the chest away and he padded closer to her, looking for her reaction to the weapon. "You never were one to follow direction, were you?" He said this jokingly, but his voice was serious. He wasn't mad or upset with her, but he was a little disappointed. The tail-under-the-jaw ploy and the flirting was just a joke to get him to his room so she could sneak back to look inside the chest. A pained look crossed his face for only a moment, then he masked it with an emotionless one.