Underneath there isn't anything else of interest- just a charcoal drawing of a fawn curled up in the grass, doing its best to blend in with its environment. It's nothing worth hiding, but Ellie gets up anyway to slap a hand down on the edge of the paper, half standing over her.
She's bristling, but far less than they're used to. It's more a grumpy vibe than an imminent warning.
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Underneath there isn't anything else of interest- just a charcoal drawing of a fawn curled up in the grass, doing its best to blend in with its environment. It's nothing worth hiding, but Ellie gets up anyway to slap a hand down on the edge of the paper, half standing over her.
She's bristling, but far less than they're used to. It's more a grumpy vibe than an imminent warning.
"Anything else?" she asks.