Diego couldn't help a thin veil of pride at his success as he turned the stick over a couple of times to test its weight in the hand. It was going to take some getting used to - not just because he'd never done it before, but because it felt completely wrong - but he was getting it. Bringing the arm back and throwing the stick, though, that was going to be a challenge.

He watched the human curiously as it scampered to get something, then drew on that something with what could only be a rock, but... didn't look like a rock. And the something wasn't a stone wall, either, which threw him off for a few moments when he saw the clear marks on the white surface.

"Um..." he began. They looked like cave pictures, but not like any cave pictures Diego had ever seen before. They didn't make anything; it was just a bunch of lines. "No," he answered, an eyebrow slightly raised to add the silent 'Should I be able to?'