Spring was coming. The thick ice on the river gave way in a sudden surge last night. After a hard winter of drinking melted snow, Farre enjoyed the novelty of lapping up running water.
It's the simple pleasures that mean the most, really. Like fresh water. Or sleep. Sleep would be nice. I've missed it terribly.
This picture was a request that the wuffy made repeatedly. It's been sitting on ice (no pun intended) because I needed reference. This is a really, really hard pose to do from scratch. Even with a reference, some parts are iffy.
Especially the ice. What was I thinking?
I'm sorry that I didn't relate this to yesterday's pic, but I am not nearly mentally compentent to try writing or drawing that story now.
