Verdigris Ravine tuft

He signed for her paw, to gently dip into the paint. She did so, then at last he took her paw, guiding her gently across the nose of the skull. In silent awe, she felt a heaviness of the moment.

Was this a ritual? Clearly, it had meant something great to Zoug.

She had completed the paint stroke then looked at Zoug with a small curious smile, “this one paints, paint is special.”