Amata!!




Lines, shapes, composition, proportions, contrast, color. With eyes closed the girl thought of each element as she stared at the canvas. Again, she thought of each one, moving them slowly in her mind. She focused on the picture in her mind, one that she had collected days before and stored it for this very moment. The paintbrush was in hand, her legs crossed in front of her as she sat on the floor. The light of the rain sodden day did not reach her table and so she sat before a stout easel and closed her eyes to picture the lines, which made the shapes. Shapes that would be arranged in a composition and then the manipulation of each shapes proportions. Where the light would start and fall, where the shadows would be placed. And then lastly, and most wonderfully that color. The color that would stem from the three primaries and fill the canvas with life.

The water that she would use to mix her colors sat at her right. The palette on her lap held only four colors, but that was all she would need. And still, with the image in her head, her canvas was only a blank neutral hue of a base coat. Violet eyes opened, her hand moving to the canvas and the lines sprouting from the end of her paintbrush like one of her mother’s flowers. She needed to just let it flow, let it be a song from a birds mouth. Natural, instinctual. Her hand needed to move and the picture needed to appear, just as when the morning dove’s beak opened its words were music. Three strokes, four… and she leaned back. And hated it. A frustration rolled in her chest. And a growl came from her depths. She stood, palette in paw and walked to the end of the room just to turn and stare at it from afar.

Gods, she hated it.




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It was raining again, and the puppy’s mood grew somber. She wandered about the house, sulking and dragging her paws. It was not fun to play in the rain—not as much fun as playing in the sun. It was better to stay in the mansion, but today the mansion did not excite her. And the mansion held the gloomy day heavily, for it was darker than the outside world where the clouds cried. Amata, however, was relieved that the clouds were not yelling. While it made her sad that the clouds were sad, she was glad that they were not mad because their yelling frightened her. And it was not fun to be frightened. A heavy sigh escaped her little maw. She was bored, and that did nothing to help her already heavy mood. She walked by a room, and she nearly missed the individual within it for her lowly hung head, a thing that characterized a girl’s sulk. The white girl stopped suddenly, her head lifting slowly as her eyes lazily searched the room. But those eyes lit up instantly when she found that the room was not empty.


"Mat-tea!" Amata’s delighted voice shattered the silence of the rain-darkened room. Her claws scraped noisily against the floor as she shuffled across, moving at a speed far slower than the noise might suggest. The blue and green eyes smiled brightly up at the violet-eyed girl who had taken very good care of Cambi. The creamy tail wagged as she came to a gradual halt. "Whats you doin’ in heres alone?" The little head cocked to the side inquisitively, the bi-coloured gaze contemplative as she adopted an intense gaze, her expression comically solemn as she watched the older wolf. Then, gradually, it occurred to the young girl that she might follow Mat-tea’s gaze and see for herself what it was that the girl was doing. And so, slowly, the blue and green eyes that held the colours of both of her parents turned, following the invisible trail of the violet gaze, finding exciting things, like tiny specs of dust, along the way until ultimately they found the easle.


"Wow, Mat-tea!" Amata exclaimed as she promptly ran over to the strange triangle thing that had a pretty thing on it. "Did yous maded that?" To the girl, it was one of the most beautiful things in the world—it was just like the pictures that showed up in the books. The creamy girl sat on her haunches before sitting up on her hind legs as if mimicking the movements that the luperci’s optime body could create. Her head was craned up as she tried to get the best view of Mat-tea’s picture. It smelled fresh too—she wondered what it was. "How did you dos that?" She turned her body in an awkward fashion to look back at the darker hued girl, awe carried openly in her voice and in her wide eyes. She wanted to make pretty things to, but the whole concept escaped her and her thumb-less paws.

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Standing many paces from the picture Mati felt her mind go blank. The picture that had been there was gone. Where was her focal point? Were the line drawing the eye into the picture or out? She felt her teeth grind, and her jaw tense. All she could see was a few brush strokes, and her mind could not build on the foundations and create the picture she had hoped. Perhaps it was the clouds, the dim light. Or what if her mind was more clouded then the sky? Her looked out the large windows of the glass enclosed porch. The room was perfect for her studio, the wall space littered with paintings, her own and others. The small bed in the corner was all that resembled a bed room. And the large table with half finished pieces, supplies and book was certainly the center of the room.

Purple eyes cast over the gray sky of the outdoors Mati only half heard the call that rang in her ears. She turned, and found that Amata stood in her door way. As the pup entered the open and inviting door Mati answered her question with a whisper, “Just trying to think.” For she wasn’t painting, it seemed like she couldn’t do that anymore. The way the young wolf proclaimed, shocked that Mati might have painted the simple lines on the canvas made the young woman smile. “Its not done yet.” She said softly, walking back to the easel that sat on the floor. But then she turned to the pup, her eyes brighter then before. She was a welcome distraction, “I’ll show you.” She smiled, and sat back on the floor. She thought of Honore, a teacher she once had. Perhaps it was time to visit him again, with all the trouble she had been having.

Taking up the paintbrush, she added a small amount of the water and brought it to the palette. The blue she hoped to use to create the background was mixed with white and a small bit of red. With short strokes she blended the light sky on the canvas, adding white where she wished clouds to appear. “Its not that hard, just a little paint here, and there.” She paused, focusing on how she blended the blues. “And you have a sunny sky.” She smiled as she looked back at the pup. It was getting easier, as she concentrated on the little wolf more then the painting itself.

Suddenly she had something in mind, “Would you like to try?”

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"Iss not dones?" Amata turned, gawking at the older girl, her mouth hanging open with her disbelief. "Iss sure looks dones," she exclaimed, turning back to watch the painting as if it were moving with its magic picture. "Iss very pretty, Mat-tea.... very, very pretties." Amata nodded several times. Yes, very pretties. And Amata wished that she could do that. She wished that she could do all the things and every thing. But it seemed as if she weren’t old enough to do anything, and so she could wait very patiently and play in the fun puddles and in the nice grass forests outside. And then, when she was old enough, she would shift. And then, after she could shift, she would learn how to catch butterflies with Mamma. And then, after that, she’d start doing all the other things that she could do because, by then, she would be old enough.


The creamy girl held her neck up high so that she may see the magic that erupted from the tip of the older girl’s brush. A soft gasp of awe and wonder escaped the Sadira pup. "Wows," she whispered, amazed at what had just happened. The blobby colours on the pallet was transferred upon the brush, and, suddenly, a pretty picture was formed. And, looking at Mat-tea with a bright smile on her muzzle, she gasped again— "It iss a sunny sky!" That was very amazing—how did she do that? Amata looked intently at the painting, her eyes shifting occasionally to the paintbrush before they returned. It was difficult for the puppy’s imaginative mind to connect the dots, but she slowly and gradually decided that she knew how the paint got on the paper. She couldn’t figure out how to make the pictures come out, though. Her head was cocked to the side now, and it continued to roll onto an awkward and extreme angle. It was only when the pup began to stumble that she straightened herself. Strange.


"Yeah, yeah!" she exclaimed excitedly, her head nodding as vigorously as her tail was wagging. "I’s would loves to try very muches!" Cheerfully, beaming with her delight, Amata closed the distance between them. She leaned excitedly on Mat-tea’s thigh—Mat-tea said that making the magic painting happen was easy, so that meant that Amata could make magic, too, right? Amata didn’t really know what to expect, and thoughts were racing through her mind as she sought to imagine herself doing what she had just seen Mat-tea do. But then, the girl stopped, her smile faltering. With her head cocking in an inquisitive manner, the girl said, "But, Mat-tea! I’s can’ts changes yet!" There was a hint of sadness within those wide, blue and green eyes that slowly grew as a puddle did. "I’s can’ts holds the brushes...." There was a slight pause, and it seemed as if the puppy might cry. But she didn’t. Squaring her shoulders, the little girl said, "Iss okays." And then, with a reassuring nod, "I’s can juss watches yous."

“No, of course its not.” Mati smiled. The girl was young and silly, and Mati loved her because of it. Maybe it could have been called finished, but as she worked with half her mind focused on the little pup there was only a sky to could be called complete. “Thank you Mata.” she spoke, sweetly as she looked at the curious youth. The canvas was coming alive and the longer Amata remained at her side the better she felt about it. Maybe in the innocent eyes of the Sadira the painting did looked good? Who was she trying to impress anyways? The only one that she fought to please had been her mothers, and oddly… the young male Ares. But this was hers and only hers, no one would call her out on her mistakes. She didn’t like being her hardest critic.

“Oh no,” Mati proclaimed. Watching was not nearly as fun as doing. The painting wolfess had an idea, and a gleam in her eye was well and alive as she looked at the duel eyes of the pup. “you can paint too.” She was sure of it, and with a wink she rose and went to her table. The papers were scattered, and Mati picked a big heavy sheet and placed it on the floor beside her easel and in front of Amata. A plate, old and chipped was also set on the floor. “Watch.” She spoke, with a grin Mati dipped her finger tips into the paint on the palette. As she moved with the brush she moved her fingers and feeling the rough texture of the canvas under her fingertips. “No need to hold a brush.” With her clean hand the girl placed some paint onto the plate.

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For some reason, the painting’s unfinished status brought a frown to Amata’s face. It looked so pretty now, so why wasn’t it finished? Thas okays, Amata decided, because it will bes more pretties when it’ss done! And that thought made it better. Mat-tea would make it very pretty—she knew that she would. The creamy puppy smiled. "You’s welcome, Mat-tea," she said softly, her voice sincere. "It looks juss likes in the picture books!" And her creamy tail wagged happily behind her to emphasize the skill that Amata had recognized. "And it looks juss likes outsides toos!" The blue and green eyes sparkled up at the purple gaze before she turned to admire the painting once more. How nice it would be, Amata thought, to paint things. She could paint so many things and more!


"I cans?" Her somber mood brightened a bit with the hope of being able to do something that she had thought only older wolves could do. Amata couldn’t understand how she could, and yet she trusted Mat-tea’s judgment. Quietly, she watched the older girl rise, retrieving a plate and some paper. And Amata looked down at the blank paper as if she expected it to suddenly come to life with the images in her mind. The creamy tail lifted expectantly, waving faintly when nothing continued to occur. But as Mat-tea commanded her to watch, Amata looked up briefly at the purple eyes before doing as she was told. A little gasp sounded when the bi-coloured eyes beheld Mat-tea’s fingers being dipped in the paint. For some reason, it was as if such a thing were forbidden in the pup’s mind. And then, again, when the paint-dipped fingers actually made colours on the paper the pup gasped, and, again, it was as if she did not expect it to happen with success. "Wows, Mat-tea!"


"I’s wants to tries too..." With great concentration, Amata lifted her left paw. Carefully, she dipped it into some paint, paint, that she suddenly realized, was yellow. With a child’s amazement she stared at the paint upon her paw for a moment before she suddenly stomped it on the paper. Perhaps she thought that a gentle touch wouldn’t be enough to get the paint properly on there, for she lifted her paw slowly and carefully. A delighted gasp and giggle sounded, and beaming she looked up. "Looks, Mat-tea! I’s painted something!" But what was that something? The blue and green eyes turned back to the painted paper, considering it in a very professional manner. "I’s painted...I’s painted..." But she couldn’t discern what she had painted. It wasn’t the sun—Mat-tea had already painted the sun. "I’s painted a flower!" And then, happily, she began to stomp her paw in a very crude circle, creating the petals of a sunflower—or, at least, what was supposed to be a sunflower. But before she could finish painting, her paw ran out of paint. With a frown of dismay, Amata said, "Uh-ohs.... I’s runned out...."

Mati had yet to place the character in her paintings. Characters, she needed to remember. Of course the small green bug was part of the story. There would be a small black pup, standing among the flowers and greenery. Blue eyes were to look down, staring at the small green worm that would be a caterpillar. Beyond them, like a thought or dream in the bright summer sky a butterfly would flutter in the make-believe wind. She held the image, the story and the memory. Still the lines could not make shapes and she felt lost among all that need to be composed. “Thank you Mata.” She spoke sweetly to the little pup. She believed the young girl spoke true feelings, but it was the sweetness that she showed that she was grateful for. She still didn’t believe it was of any worth.

Violet eyes watched the pup gingery place her paw in the bright yellow and then plunged her paw onto the paper with a smack. She smiled, laughing at the antics of the cream hued cub. Her coat was dotted with the splatter of the bright hue. She could only watch as Amata painted the rest of her picture. The bright flower was beautiful, in a way Mati could not capture with her brushes. The artist female thought that this pup might have a creative eye, and smiled as Amata frowned up at her. “That’s easy to fix.” She retrieved the blue paint and placed a little in the plate she had set out for her. “Now,” Mati began to explain, “yellow and blue makes green.” with her finger, as the brush had been discarded, Mati mixed the paints together. “Your flower needs a stem, and leaves.” her picture would be completed until she added those.

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Amata’s smile was short-lived, it seemed, for Mat-tea had a way to fix that problem. Once more, as the frown faded, the bi-coloured eyes watched inquisitively as the older girl brought some blue paint. The girl’s gaze immediately went from the paint to the violet-eyed girl when the explanation began to take place. "Blues and yellows makes green?" Amata exclaimed with disbelief. But, as her gaze returned to the paint, and as Mat-tea began to mix the paints, Amata did indeed see that yellow and blue made green. An astonished gasp sounded as her eyes widened. "They does makes green!" The creamy pup looked up. "Iss jus likes magics!" It seemed that, in the pup’s life, there was so much of this wonderful magic. The tail wagged happily. "And iss green, juss likes my eye!" That was the most amazing thing that Amata had seen in a while. Her one eye was blue and the other was green—she wondered where the yellow one went.


"Thassa good ideas!" Nodding, Amata quickly but softly dipped her paw in the new and wonderful colour that was green. Carrying her paw over to the yellow-painted flower as if afraid that all the green would fall onto her paper, she stomped her paw to where a flower’s stem might come from a flower. She paused briefly until she was satisfied that the paint had coloured the paper. And then she was dragging her paw down the paper to create the line that was the stem. There was a brief moment in which the paper threatened to crumple beneath her harsh touch, but the girl paused, correcting herself (although the error appeared in the distorted line) before continuing all the way to the edge of the paper. While the stem was much thicker than it should be, the little girl was very satisfied with the pretty painting she had made and commented with a delighted and curt, "Theres!" as she lifted her paw to examine her work. Then, dipping her paw in the cool, green paint once more, she stomped on the paper in several places—twice on one side of the stem and once on the other. The leaves were very round and short, and they floated at an unrealistic distance from the stem itself. Amata giggled-- "Iss looks lika flowers now!" And then, with a last-minute touch, she stomped her paw in the middle of the crude, yellow petals, giving the flower a green center.


Amata looked up, holding her paint-soaked paw above the ground and the painting. Her head cocked from on side, and then to the other as she beheld her own wonderful masterpiece. Her own eyes were delighted and sparkled to emphasize it. "I’s painted a pretty pictures, just like yous, Mat-tea!" Her tail wagged happily behind her, creating a whispering rush as the fur moved across the floor. And she was so happy and content about her painting that her smile widened, her mouth opening as her tongue lolled out. "Iss a pretty flowers, juss likes outsides!"

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There was a small amount of magic in the paints, but one had to know how they worked. It would not just happen. The elements need to be known, and for what she showed the pup, the color wheel was essential. The young woman felt a certain pride in the things she was teaching Amata. Of course it wasn’t hunting, not something that would provide for her or the pack, but one did not live on meat alone. Art fed the soul, it taught one patience mystery and magic. And it slowly taught the Church girl to love. To have faith in something that she held within and could not see. “A beautiful shade.” She commented simply. She had once tried to explain the magic of the world her this ones brother, and Mati decided not to try to explain things that she didn’t understand completely.

Watching as the pup took her direction Mati found that Amata was talented. Though she never had, Mati didn’t think that at her age she would produce something that certainly did look like the intention of the creator. “That looks great Amata!”, she spoke as she looked at the now paint splattered paper. All the pieces were there, and the pale Savina and Kansas child had done well with holding the image and placing it on the paper. No brush, no true hesitation. It was inspiring.

“Its looks so real, I could pluck it right off the paper.” Mati said as she made a small action that mimicked the pick if a delicate flower. A smile was worn on her face, and she reached for another clean sheet. “You can paint anything, you know.” the words came as she set the two wolves up with fresh paint they could share. “this picture will have lost of things. A memory of a day I spent with Gotham.” Mati explained, as she dipped her hand into the paint and began to apply the paint with her fingers. The shape of the small wolf began to form from rough uneven lines. Maybe brushes were over rated. Perhaps it was time to return to the way painting actually began.

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At the compliment, Amata smiled, her tail wagging happily behind her. "Thank yous, Mat-tea!" The compliment was just the boost and encouragement that Amata needed. This painting business was very hard, and she would have been discouraged without the older wolf’s kind words. But now, with her skill recognized to be worthy by a person who painted wonderfully, Amata smiled, her chest sticking out a little with her pride. "Yous teached me, though," the creamy pup said, and she meant it. Without Mat-tea’s presence and guidance, Amata would have been left to simply wonder at it all. The way in which the painting upon the easel had come about would have been a mystery, and Amata would not have learned how to paint at all! The blue and green eyes turned back down to look upon her flower masterpiece. "I sawed a flower likes this outsides," she mused aloud. "And nows Is painted its!" Smiling, Amata looked up. "That means that I’s can keeps it forevers!" That was special, and Mat-tea had given her something very special. She didn’t even have to be old enough to paint—she could paint now, just like Mat-tea had said.


"Wes can paints anything?" That was a difficult thing for Amata to understand. "But..." she began, trying to explain her confusion to the older, violet-eyed girl, "wes not has all the colours to paints with.... There’s not enough colours!" That was troubling. Indeed, there had been blue and yellow, and then they had mixed it to make green. But there wasn’t every shade of green, and there were other colours missing too—like the colour of her fur or the colour of Cambi’s fur and the colour of Cambi’s eyes. How could you paint that? But Mat-tea continued, grabbing some paper and paint as she explained that the paper would hold a day spent with Got’am. Amata leaned in to see what would happen, curious and still skeptical about how such a thing could happen. Only Magic can do everything!


Mat-tea’s skill with art never ceased to amaze Amata that day, and so, as the image of her brother magically formed upon the paper, the little girl gasped. The bi coloured eyes widened as her muzzle came close to the paper—and yet not so close as to hinder Mat-tea’s painting. "That iss Got’am!" The black little thing that had, only moments before, been unidentifiable, had suddenly sprung to life in the shape of her brother. There was a brief moment of silence as if the young girl couldn’t decide whether to paint a long or just watch. But, at length, it seemed as if the girl would speak. "Who teached yous to paint, Mat-tea?" Amata cocked her head to the side inquisitively. However Mat-tea had learned, the creamy puppy believed that she was wonderful, creating things so effortlessly upon the paper with the paint upon her finger. "Theys teached you good," Amata commented. "Yous can paint anything! I wants to paints like yous someday too."

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The lessons that she had learned had been short though detailed and a foundation for the books she had read afterwords. She wasn’t sure they would have made sense if she had not already known the basic elements. A finger brushed a mixture of deep purple and blue over the shape of the wolf pup in her picture. A smile took over her mouth and eyes ventured from the canvas to the cream hued child, she had taught her but there were only so many things that could be learned. The rest came from the talent and drive that was held within. “Anything you paint, you can have forever.” She said, another lesson that could be learned. A picture kept memories alive, as they had for the artist of the paintings that lined the walls of her room. Thee humans were long dead, and yet their thoughts and experiences had not decayed.

A nod was given, but as the littler wolf spoke with concern in her voice Mati stopped painting to address the small issue. “Well…” She said and contemplated the problem. Yes, the only had a few colors but to Mati it looked like they only missed one. “white is all we really need here.” She said as she added it. Of course one might be able to find every color in the world created by man and placed in a tube. But there was a satisfaction that she gained by making her own. “You can make any color from the three here. You just need to know what to put with what. White does helps, with lightening.” Mati drew a knife from among her brushes, “Is this the color of my eyes? she asked as she worked with the red, blue and a small bit of white. Mixing them on her wooden palette she only stopped once the combination was perfect.

Lowering it to the pup’s eyes she spoke, “A friend by the name of Honoré. He paints bird houses, but paints a canvas just as well.” She was good, but her teacher was better. Just as any good pupil, teacher was always smarter, faster and better. The day they met he had painted a field, not inspiration needed. A finger dipped into the paint and she brushed the bright color over the cheek of the pup. “We can both paint anything” the Church girl said as a bright smile crossed her face.

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"Yeahs," Amata responded dreamily. It was a strange thing, to think that she could keep a flower forever without it dying and turning to dust. It was an even stranger thing to think that she could keep anything that she painted forever. All the things that she loved and cherished could be painted, and she could keep it forever and remember forever. What a wonderful thing indeed! The only thing that remained for Amata was to figure out how to paint all those things.


Amata looked up at Mat-tea, her head tilted inquisitively as she lowered her rump to the flower. "Yous can makes all the colours in the world with only three colours?" How strange! How wonderful, too! The blue and green eyes turned toward the palette. She wondered what she could make with every colour. The little ears lifted suddenly as if in surprise when the older girl spoke again, and the pup’s wide, round eyes, having lifted to Mat-tea, turned back to the palette and to the colours being mixed. "Umm..." The little voice trailed off as she leaned in, the blue and green eyes carefully observing the magic of blue and red making purple. Briefly the bi-coloured eyes shifted to look at the violet eyes of the older girl before returning her gaze to the mixed paint. There! "Yeahs!" she confirmed with a certainty. "Thass the colour of you’s eyes." Amata wished that she could make the colours listen to her too. And there was an impulse within the girl to reach her paw out and start mixing colours at random, to see what two colours would make another. She wondered if all the colours in the world would come out for her too.


"Oh-no-ray?" The pup repeated the name slowly, finding the sound and the name strange and funny. It was unfamiliar, too. She did not think that she had ever met someone named Oh-no-ray. "Him painteds bird houses toos? Wow!" To the little girl, painting a bird house was an amazing feat. "What iss a canvas?" Her head tilted inquisitively. She did not think that she had ever heard the word ‘canvas’ either. Today, as every day, was full of new things. But today’s new things seemed particularly special, though Amata didn’t know why. Suddenly, Mat-tea’s finger brushed across her cheek.


The young pup looked up, suddenly pulled from her very important musings. At first, Amata didn’t know what had happened, and she looked blankly up at the older wolf, smiling. Then, feeling that there was something wet on her fur, the creamy pup’s face srunched up as she tried to see what it was. At the very bottom corner of her eye, she could see the hint of the bright colour. "Hey," she countered, but she wasn’t upset. The white girl giggled happily, trying to lick the paint but not succeeding at all. "Oh wells, " she said, shrugging with a happy smile. "Iss a pretty colours." Giggling, she got up and bounded over to Mat-tea. "We’s can paints anything! We’s can paints on me too!"

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Mati remembered when she first began mixing colors. Everything that she created looked like some shade of brown. It was a fine line between a brilliant color and some sort of poo looking hue. It was just the three that could make anything, and Mati nodded at the pup’s question. “Just the three.” though as Mati thought on it a little more, white was sort of a primary color too. But mainly all they would need was red, yellow and blue.

Maybe it was time to go back to her see her teacher, though the black that she was once feeling towards the piece was fading. That was Amata’s doing, Mati was sure. Before she had felt the image melting from her mind, but the presence of the pup had given it back. Though part of her longed to know what her mentor thought of her progress.

“A canvas is, this.” She said with a point of her paint-tainted finger. “Fabric stretched over pieces of wood.” She went on to explain. Violet eyes taking a glimpse at the picture that was only a portion completed. Idly she used some of the purple hue, the color of her eyes, to shade a small leaf. Breaking concentration she focused back on the little pup that was now streaked with paint. “Sure we can.” She spoke with another smile. She wondered how they would be rid of the paint that covered both their paws.

The patter on the windows answered her question, and a small smile came to her face as she thought of it. The wolfess looked at her paws, the different colors matting the fur of her hands. All they would need was a few large puddles, and the water based paints would be flushed from their fur.

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Savina had spent a lazy day inside the mansion, one of her first in a very long time (at least it seemed like a long time). Sure, she had spent plenty of time watching over Cambria as she had been recovering, but that had hardly been "lazy". Every moment worry had wracked her heart and soul as she watched her stricken child and prayed to the gods to make her better. Few things in this world were worse than having to see your child unwell and knowing there was so little you could do to make it better for them. It made the Commander feel so much better than things were returning to normal and the atmosphere around the pack was more relaxed. She had needed a day like this after all that had happened. It was lucky she had been gifted with it.



Deciding to stretch her legs a little bit she walked out of the door and down the hall towards the stairs. Despite how large the pack was there were still so many rooms unoccupied. Why had the humans built such a large house with so many rooms, she wondered. From what she knew, they did not live like wolves did, in packs. They lived with their direct relatives, but usually only the parents and children. So why was it they had needed so much space? Oh well, she supposed it didn't really matter. She and her pack and family were now the beneficiaries of the structure so there was no need to complain.



As she reached the bottom of the stairs she heard two familiar voices. One belonged to her daughter and one belonged to Mati, who was practically a niece to her. Smiling Savina moved to the room where they were. Their backs were turned to her, but she saw that both of them had something in front of them. Perhaps Mati was teaching Amata something? "What is it that you two are so focused on?" her voice questioned warmly, tail swaying behind her.

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"Ohs," Amata replied, nodding thoughtfully before she broke into a smile. How silly of her to not know these things! Her tail wagged happily. "I’s not knows that iss called that!" The little tail continued to sweep the floor as she continued to stare up at the indicated ‘canvas’. There was a little pause before the ears perked up. "So… that’s iss fabrics?" That was strange! "Iss not papers?" Amata had thought that, since they had painted on paper, the thing up on the easel would be paper too! It was strange that it wasn’t—she didn’t know that one could paint upon fabric. But then, they had painted on Amata’s coat. She smiled, and exclaimed a, "Yeahs!" She liked that paint made her colourful!


The paint-covered Amata turned at the sound of a very familiar voice. "Mamma, Mamma!" she exclaimed delightedly as she turned, the blue and green eyes wide with delighted surprise as they found her Mamma. Jumping up, the girl ran over, hopping happily about at the pleasant surprise. The little cream paws would place themselves on her Mamma’s legs, and the little girl smiled up at her, tongue lolling from her widely smiling mouth. "Mat-tea and me’s paintin’!" the excited voice finally managed to bubble. Her tail wagged happily as she dropped down to the floor, prancing over to the painting. Turning her head back so that her forehead nearly touched her shoulders, the creamy girl yelled, "Mamma! Lookeds what I’s paintin’ed for yous!" As her head returned to its normal place and posture, the girl looked down at the pretty, bright yellow flower that was painted so crudely upon the paper in front of them. The painting had not initially been made with her Mamma in mind, but Amata was very certain that it was now for her Mamma. With her wagging tail, she nodded happily to herself before looking up expectantly, hoping that her Mamma liked the painting that was made for her.

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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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It warmed the Italian woman's heart to know that Mati helped look after her pups. She remembered when the Church wolfess was their size and she had watched over her. The particular memory that came to mind was when Mati had come and played that morning with she and Kansas. That had also been the morning that Amata and her siblings had been conceived, but that wasn't information that needed to be shared she thought inwardly with a chuckle. Her tail wagged faster as her daughter turned and excitedly hurried over to her. Savina smiled and licked her painted face. "Hello my darling," she said warmly. Her emerald gaze moved up to Mati. "I hope she hasn't been a bother." She loved Amata just the way she was, but she understood that not all were so appreciative of the girl's exuberant nature.



Savina knew what paint was, but was unaware of how it could be used artistically. She had seen Mati create art with pen and pencil, but not with paint and brushes. "Have you now? Well that certainly sounds like fun!" Her pup plopped back down to the floor and ran back to where she had been sitting. The mother looked at her legs and laughed lightly at the yellow and green smudges on her charcoal coat. Eagerly she walked further into Mati's room to take a look at what her daughter had created. It was clearly a flower and she was impressed at how well her young girl had done. "You painted this for me? That is so sweet of you Amata! It's beautiful! I'll have to put it up in our room." She nuzzled her child. "Mati's right, you are very good." She looked back at the Captain with a beaming smile. Maybe Amata would follow in her artistic footsteps.



"How have you been doing Mati?" She knew it must be hard, having her mother expelled from the pack, no matter how good the reason. The Commander wanted to make sure that she was getting along alright. The earthen toned female had done so much for her and Cambria in the trying time, she needed to be cared for as well.

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Amata smiled happily when her Mamma’s warm tongue came to lick her face. Her tail wagged happily and she murmured, "Thank yous, Mamma," because she liked it best when she got loving licks. But an indignant gasp escaped the girl when her parent turned to speak to Mat-tea. "I’s not beens a brother!" she exclaimed indignantly, stomping her right forepaw on the wooden floors. Even though ‘brother’ was not what Savina had said, the little girl took the meaning to be the same in essence. Boys were dumb (sometimes Got’am too, she decided, like when he told her about the monsters in the water and mud; of course, he was a Cool Prince Got’am too) and she was not a boy or a brother. She was a girl and a sister! "I’s juss bein’ a girl!" A little pout came to her face, the girl’s lower lip protruding as she spoke. And then the creamy girl sat stubbornly down upon the wood, frowning down at her Mamma’s larger paws.


Mat-tea’s compliment, however, caused Amata’s mood to brighten. The frown gradually fell from her face, as did the pouting, and she looked up at her Mamma, her tail wagging slowly. "Yeahs," she confirmed grudgingly. "Paintings is funs." As the creamy girl finished her thought, the tail that spoke of her mood began to wag a little faster. Just thinking about how fun the fun painting was made the young pup’s mood a little brighter.


And as Mamma said that she liked it, Amata couldn’t help but break into a delighted smile. The blue and green eyes turned to look up at the parent wolf. "You likes it, Mamma?" The Sadira pup decided that she liked getting compliments, that it made her feel the sense of accomplishment more keenly. She smiled up at her Mamma, gasping when she said that the painting would be going up on the wall. That was the greatest honor! "Yay!" she exclaimed, her tail wagging furiously. "Thank yous," she mumbled with modesty. Her little chest puffed out proudly as she moved to rub herself on her Mamma’s leg, hiding her little face almost bashfully as the parent began to speak to the other older girl.

Mati was happy not knowing that she had inspired the latest litter of Crimson Dreams, and memories of her puppy months were fuzzy and full of only the dramatics of those times. She had always seen Savina as an Aunt, a stable and beautiful extension of her family and to be able to help when Cambria had been hurt and to watch over Amata like she was now, and teach Gotham was something that Mati love to do for Savina. None of the pups have ever been a bother. “Never!” She said with a smile, humorously thinking that the mother was ridiculous with such a thought.

The paw prints now dotted her floor, and Mati was bringing to fall in love with them. Amata’s twirling gait made the design unique and whimsical, the young woman was now sure she would keep it on the floor. “We have been having a lot of fun.” She spoke to the pup, her smile large and gleaming. There was nothing like having a piece of your art hanging up where everyone could see it. Amata should be proud to have a piece hanging where her family congregated. Mati had been too bashful to hang anything beyond her room’s door.

Savina’s question made the Captain looked back to the older female. She knew what she was talking about, for they hadn’t spoken of all the changes since they had occurred. It was hard to think of them, to know that it was her mother that had caused them so much pain. But instead of falling victim to the feelings Mati only smiled more softly and spoke, “Better.” Honestly she was doing better, with the help of the youth that the Dreaming pack had and the distractions they gave. She had grown up watching over them. “I’ve been spending a lot of time with the pups.” Smile brightened as she looked back to Amata, no longer thinking about the challenges the entire pack had faced.

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Savina loved her three pups so much. In these few months of their lives she couldn't imagine her life without them anymore. There was nothing quite so fulfilling to the Italian woman as being a mother. Now she could better understand how easy it had been for her own mother to raise herself and her siblings despite her own emotional turmoil at being abandoned by Serge. Pups could heal wounds that nothing else could. At Amata's gasp Savina looked with a surprised expression at her. Though it became clear that her daughter had not understood her. Chuckling she nudged the cream girl with her muzzle. "Of course you're not a brother, you're a beautiful girl, but that's not what I said honey. It doesn't matter though, because Mati says you've been a good girl." She doubted Amata would take too kindly to what she actually had said either, so she thought it best to leave it lay. The mother was glad to know that she hadn't been bothering the older the wolf. In fact it seemed that Mati quite enjoyed the company.



The Sadira pup's mood began to slowly brighten back up and seemed to come back to its full strength when they talked about her painting. Savina beamed down at her daughter with a smile to rival that that was being shown up to her. "I love it Amata, just like I love you!" She gave the girl another lick on her cheek. She loved to see the excitement her daughter was thrown into as she said she would put the picture up in their room. There was no where else she would want the picture. "Thank you for the painting! I know everyone will love it just as much as I do." The "everyone" referred to the rest of their family. As the cream pup rubbed against her legs she couldn't help but feel a flood of warmth. Part of her wished that they would all stay this age forever.



It relieved the Commander to hear the honesty in Mati's response. She would have hated it if the poor girl was suffering all this in silence. "Good, I'm glad. You know if you ever need to talk though, you can come to me." Naniko's mistakes fell on no one else's shoulders but her own. Savina loved the Church wolf like family and wanted to be there for her. As it was said that she spent a lot of time with the pups a thought came to her. She had actually noticed how great the earthen femme was with the youngsters and it seemed to give her peace to watch over them. "Have you thought of taking on a co-rank at all? You'd be an amazing Nanny Mati." Savina trusted her children with her wholeheartedly and without hesitation.