Not far from where the bird was eating, Deli was painting. As usual. Standing among the ruined buildings, in front of a particularly smooth wall that offered them ample room to plaster their art. They weren't in a particularly mischevious mood and it showed in their art. Instead of a vulgar drawing of either the dragon or that big rude beast that had tried to kill it, instead they painted their gorilla friend, a mortar and pestle in hand, sitting against the wall of Eridanus, with a gentle smile on her face. It wasn't much yet - simple, flat colors, only outlines at the moment, but they held a vial of green in their paw, filling out the world around with bright, warm colors.
She was, to them, a serene, warm figure. A protective, calming one. They liked her a lot and wanted to capture that bit of beauty they'd had in their life, if only for a moment. And one thing they'd discovered about this new body was that having fingers instead of paws made it a lot easier to paint. They were dextrous and careful, with far more delicate movements then a wolf's paw. And the claws retracted as well - that was helpful if they didn't want to scratch up their painting.
They hummed to themselves as they painted, a small, genuine smile on their face, blissfully unaware of the bird above them.
@Mevoh