The girl found a clean small canvas under the rubble of paintings with ridiculous daubs.

- Not.

— What is not? Il looked at the angry wolf.

- Too small. My talent won't show up.

- This? The girl pulled out a canvas the size of a dining table top.

- It will.

Il put the canvas against the wall and froze over a dirty palette with tubes of paint. Rene reluctantly named the colors he needed for the job, and the girl hurriedly squeezed out thick, oily clots onto a wooden board.

“Open your mouth,” Ilona put her brush into the wolf’s teeth with a smile. - Good boy....