It was hard for Mati to go a day without being productive, and yet it was so easy to just let the hours slip by. They flew from her grasp like lady bugs, lazy and still fast enough to fly away. She felt guilt if she let them float away, and it plagued her mind that she would waste such a gift. The brown young woman was glad for the little pups presence, and the job that she so generously gave Mati. There would be no waste of this day. A smile, a thoughtful glance and the two sat side by side with a common goal. She loved to teach, but loved that it was one of the pack's pups that she watched over. “Nope,” The Church female began to explain. “its like a piece of cloth, very tough that is stretched over this frame.” Mati could not help but smile as she spoke of something that she held so much interest for and knowledge of.
They were no longer alone. Mati turned, purple eyes finding that it was indeed their Commander, Aunt and Mother that stood before them. Her smile grew, and Mati wondered what brought her to this part of the Manor. Of course Savina would be looking for the little wolf that belonged to her, but Mati didn’t get too many visitors in the back porch. Amata went to greet her, and Mati turned to face the alpha. She stifled a giggle as she saw the light paw prints on the wooden floor. She would need to scrub the floor boards, but only if she cared to be rid of the new art work.
“We’ve been experimenting with color and finger painting.” The Captain explained. Maybe it was paw painting, for them but she was sure that at one time it had been called finger painting. “She’s very good.” Mati commented, laughing at the little pups enthusiasm. She was sure she had never met a single being with so much energy and excitement wrapped up in form. From the baby wolfess she looked to her aunt, the smile never fading.
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