a dance of colors and hues;; open - drawing

Paintbrush was, unironically, an artist. His mother moreso having named him after the flower rather than a brush that helped create paintings but Paint at a young age would always find himself drawing whenever he had gotten the chance. When his younger siblings had been born, he had been eager to show them how to draw or paint considering it had become something he was passionate about. He noticed a paper flying into the air though it had already been caught by a snake hybrid, the liger perking up at the sight of both Roan and Torsten. With striped tail lashing to the sides, Paintbrush would draw near with a smile on his maw though he remained silent as he looked over the drawings before speaking "My, my, my... We have a Leonardo Da Vinci in the making. These are very good," He would sit down near Roan though gave the other space as he continued "Have you ever tried painting? I have a few canvases and paints if you'd like to try."

It took him a moment but he hastily introduced himself with a sheepish grin on his maw "I'm Paintbrush by the way, I'm Roan's friend." Paint was already having an easy time in settling down, he just needed to prepare his new home the way he wanted it. He curled his striped tail around his large forepaws as he nodded slowly "I can definitely let you borrow my art stuff, one artist to another."