A young wolf literally stands on the threshold of adulthood. The shaman, masked to hide any emotion that might spoil this solemn moment, waits at the door of the ritual lodge. Alone in his final moments of childhood, the young wolf seeks reassurance in the stars.
At least that's the idea. Once again, time caught up before I could really clean this one up as much as I'd have liked. That said, I think I did a decent job on the birch-bark lodge.
