They didn't have those sorts of monkeys in her time, at least. Many many species had become extinct by the twenty-sixth century, and the drawing definitely didn't remind her of the Brutes in service to the Covenant. Still, Carolina had seen some very old toys made in that fashion when she had been a very tiny child, during the one trip to Earth that she remembered..

She shook her head slightly, discarding memory, just in time to rear back slightly at Ammy's pantomime. To say it looked bizarre would have been accurate. And probably impolite. "...You don't say," she said dryly once the wolf had pulled herself together, before looking at the picture again. "You're really good, you know." At drawing. For a wolf. She certainly couldn't imagine that level of success with no hands.

It won't ooooopen, whined the frootz cat, claws scrabbling on the lid. I fell in and it closed and and aaaaaaa--- Between her leaning and Lucky's balancing act, the barrel began to tip to one side.