by Cloudsong » Tue Jul 27, 2010 10:47 am
Maya sat up, and slowly edged over to where he was sitting. Being wet in this weather could kill him, she thought, her eyes wide. Without giving it another thought, she put her arm around him, beckoning for Snowdrift to come and sit beside him to help keep him warm. "You'll be fine," she promised, her voice gentle and soothing. You'd better be. Though they were sworn enemies, she didn't want him to die...

I'm no longer an active member of this community, but I'm always looking to commission art of my dog, Pascal the Pomeranian! ^^ PM me if you're interested in drawing him, and we can discuss payment.