A wolf, leaning back to watch the clouds roll by. The scent of prarie blossoms in his nostrils is a pleasant counterpoint to the cool itchiness of grass under his butt.
Speaking of which, foliage is a bitch to draw.� One of the problems with being mostly self-taught is that I have to make up or copy techniques from elsewhere.� In this case I really had no clue how to get the flowers in there properly.�
Time to hit the library again...
