It seemed there were traces of a bygone age everywhere. The ruins in the east, the rusted ship, and now a cavern of paintings. She had found the cave while exploring, and decided it would be a good place to hunker down when it got colder. She was surprised at first by the strange glyphs painted onto the walls, but soon began to make out figures. Horses with sleek, fat bodies, bison, creatures on two legs that she guessed were humans, along with felines sporting enormous fangs and huge creatures with curving tusks, all of them cavorting on a background of swooping mountains and wide plains. An initial examination of the cave showed that it was uninhabited (although she could have missed something), and she had dragged into a few bushels of dry and an old dry pelt scavenged from something else's kill to serve as bedding on the cold floor.
But she didn't intend to rest at the moment. She was more interested in the paintings, and walked back and forth along the walls, studying them. How had humans managed to leave such images? Curious, she shifted onto her hind legs and rested one paw against a stencil-like imprint that reminded her of Zabu's clever hands. Huh. Fours toes and dewclaw on her paw, and four fingers and a thumb on the painting. If humans could make images like this, why couldn't wolves?"Speech"
