Patience is the watchword of the spearfisher. You must sit by the stream for hours, waiting by the pools where fish sometimes congregate. You must hope that your spear works as intended and that it does not snap shut prematurely. You must be still and quiet lest they know you are there. And then, you strike!Partly from a reference pose, reworked a tad, and partly from a memory. Waaaaay back in elementary school we watch a whole series of films on the Micmacs, PEI's native tribe.
They had a spear something like this for catching eels and fish. I'm not sure I got it right, but the idea is that the fish is caught partly on the sharpened bone and partly by the wooden fork snapping shut.
I'm not sure who this is exactly. It's too buff even for Arren. I'm not even sure any wolf in a world this primitive should be that ripped. Well... it's cute anyways.
