:Somewhere in a northern wood:

Bloody thoughts are racing through Young Master Bastion’s mind, it has been 6 months since his last kill and he is now crazed by the very idea of being close to anything with a pulse.
“Get away he had to get away...” “All alone” “Kill” “Feed” Animalistic thoughts pounding in the back of his mind like a hammer on cold steal getting louder with each blow.
And then suddenly they clear, they clear as the smell of prey wafts past his left nostril.
And our wolf has found his new mark.


Well I worked hard on this one! And it has a background!!!! YAY
Ok Bastion is white so he has to go where it snows to kill so he won’t be seen. It’s just easier that way. And his prey is some unwitting victim in the lower left that you can’t see. He’s off screen so to speak. Bastion is also 8ft tall, that is why the trees look so short before you saw anything haha.

Also here is a facial sketch of bastion I did a while back [link]