Werewolves by Yellow-eyes on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Something for myself again...The original background is quite bigger, but I cropped it.

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Photoshop CS3+Wacom intuos+many hours

Characters (Zakka and the white wolf) (c) me. Do not use.
Art (c) me

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He lay down on the rocks, exposing his white back to the sunlight. She had told him that was a safe place, but even so they spent the morning checking the area for any possible threat, human or not. Now it was time for a break. All of a sudden she jumped up on her back legs, scenting the air. But he knew there was no reason to worry: he had also smelled it. No danger, just a roe deer. He still had to get used to his newly acquired amazing sense of smell…and to running on all fours, and to his sharp, three-inch-long canines…But he already liked it. He knew he had made the right decision. He also knew that this tranquility was just temporary, though. Sooner or later, they’ll bump into more hunters.
And tonight…tonight they will meet the pack. When the moon came out, they, who during the day had been pretending to be just normal doctors, teachers or lawyers, would come to the forest and show their real nature. If they were accepted to join the pack, they’d be granted help and protection. If they weren’t (and he knew that could perfectly happen)…then they’d have to make out another plan. Maybe escape to some remote area, wait for everything to calm down, and then come back to the city. But there would be time to think about all that…for the moment they could just enjoy the last sunny days…for winter was soon to come, he could feel it.
She jumped down and trotted in the direction the deer’s scent came from. He followed. It was meal time.
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