Far from concerning himself with sketchbook and canvas, Mantis plied his artistic endeavors into practical things. He's a bit of a tailor, a knitter, a crochet practitioner, and very occasionally, a composer. That said, he does admire those who can make form and line come together into a singular image.

Yaga is on his walking harness and making a good show of wanting to take to little bursts of flying as he climbs on things that interest him. His wings have come in quite well and Mantis is glad to know growth and health have made his catwing strong enough to start properly taking flight. That said, the catwing is a mix of two very distinct animal nosiness, and he pulls strongly on the lead to see what this man is up to with his bag and all his interesting things. Yaga sniffs at the dopp kit bag and tries to stand on it to see what can be found inside.

The former madman, however, is much more interested in the art that the new face is making. He clicks his tongue to get the catwing away from the bag and leans over slightly to see what's becoming of the sketchbook.

"My apologies for Yaga. He's hopeless about respecting personal space and property."