The clicking of claws drew her attention from the glyphs, and she removed her paw from the wall and turned to see a purplish male staring at another wall, speaking excitedly to the paintings. Arayne tilted her head, somewhat confused. The pictures couldn't actually talk, could they?
No, it seemed they couldn't. Even when he stood on his hind legs and pressed his nose to the paintings, they remain still. "Um..." she began, "Are you okay?" Her brief meeting with the skull-adorned Cattina came to mind. She had been pretty nuts, not to mention vicious. This wolf, while certainly loopy, have a friendly voice, although she wasn't about to totally let her guard down. Being trapped in a cave with a crazy wolf that talked to paintings didn't rank high on the list of things she wanted to do today.
