Saori drew back with a bated sigh. Hands on his hips, the young refugee cast a long look down the wherhandler quarters. Orisk was a handsome, friendly beast with a heart of gold. But like most whers, he was huge. And sometimes clumsy. And he might just trample onto the bowls of plant-based watercolors intended for painting with his massive paws and trip, roll, fling everywhere.
The rocks were coated in hues of blues and violets. A particularly thick line of green spattered against the ceiling, pooling in places and dripping vicariously to the ground. Some pink extended out the wherhandler entrance and into the main hallway. And say nothing of Orisk himself!
"Well, you are ... just ... " Unable to help himself, Saori snorted. "A big oaf that just happens to look spectacular in pastels."
Big mess. Will clean easy? Orisk himself was coated head to do in a dazzling rainbow which became a poopy brown when they mixed heavily in some of his body's crevices, but the once-white wher was more concerned about their surroundings. Will make others mad?
Saori shrugged. "They'll get over it."