"A couple," she said, "but they were all nearly rotted away, from weather and exposure I think." A wet temperate forest wasn't the best place for ancient artifacts. Even the stones of the ruins themselves had been weathered and covered with moss and lichen. She continued to walk down the tunnel, lupine eyes adjusting easily to the low light. More pictures loomed on the walls, depicting earth-toned creatures. Some she recognized, some she didn't. There was a deer with spreading antlers, a hare, a huge-looking animal with a tail on it's face and curves tusks like a boar.
"You think wolves could ever do this?" she asked Salamander. "Make these images, I mean. I think it would be kind of fun." The trick would be finding out what the pigments were made of. She stretched her head forward, sniffing an image. It smelled earthy, but also like animal fat, or maybe plants. A mixture of some sort, maybe. "Speech"
