Try as he might, Farre could not quite explain it. The horror of the blood, the death... these things that meant meat and life for the tribe sickened him in a way deeper than words or gestures. He felt ill in his soul...
A quickie, alas, hastily blocked in and drawn. Farre's story- what parts of it I have figured out- hinges on this scene. I don't quite think I captured it right. Farre looks fine, I guess, but the other wolf... Well. I can't expect a detailed shaded emotional piece every night, can I?
As a side note I can't recall if I ever showed how their loincloths attach in the rear, around the tail. I don't think I did. How I have.
