She nodded, mulling over his words. "Yeah. I can smell something like animal fat, maybe they used that to give it a little more stick." Her eyes roamed over the paintings, trying to recognize certain colors. "That reddish-brown is clay, definitely, that black could be soot or ash. There's red, that could be berries, and white. Maybe bone ash?" As cryptic as the pictures' origin seemed, she saw it as a challenge, something to occupy her time during the long winter season that she would be holed up here. Yeah, she could drag in some materials, and then play around with the proportions of each ingredient to pass time during a blizzard.
She looked down at her paws. "That still leaves the issue of getting the paint onto the wall." She lifted her right front paw, examining the toes. "We don't have flexible digits like that lemur I met once." She looked back up at the wall. "But maybe if we made the paintings bigger, or used our claws instead of our toes, we wouldn't need that kind of finesse."
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