Those Wings

Mariposa smiled softly at the brute male known as Sal when he complimented her on her painting. "Thank you," she said with a smile. She glimpsed at his own masterpiece and nudged his tail with her own. "Nice pretty painting you've got there, as well," Mariposa said as her ears twitched a bit, her orange brightly colored irises watching the dark male, wondering what he would say and or do next. The Black Butterfly then quickly glanced over to her own pretty painting, giggling softly. She would then turn her full attention on Sal, a small smile on her maw.