Two naked wolves lounge by an arbitrary wall in a featureless waste. They wait. They search for context. They're like a Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, only nude and fluffy. Or maybe they're waiting for Godot.
One decides to smoke a cigarette. The one on the fence doesn't look too happy about it.
I had no other motivation for this one other than to practice figures with a little perspective. In that sense, it works.
All else is existential blather.
