The wolf emerged from the haze, and at first I cowered. It was a natural instinct, and I timidly backed into the snow. It's eyes were the color of the night sky, and they shimmered in the dim winter light. My heart was beating fast; I was sure he was going to eat me. That this silvery wolf would kill me before the cold could. That I would just be lying in the snow when they found me. But the wolf just stood there, looking at me through the falling snow. Finally, he turned around and began to walk away. But as he was walking away, he turned to see me, his midnight-blue eyes sending a shock of cold through my bones.
"Well? Aren't you going to follow me?"
Timer is lying. I was watching TV and got distracted.
Just a wolf wandering around in the snow. One of the first times I've drawn a wolf, so I hope it's ok. I tried to shade...it did not go so well...
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