I painted this about 12 months ago and I keep forgetting to post it but here it is now so all’s forgiven. I will freely admit there is something odd about that wolf, as I will point out that Grace has no arms. I didn’t paint the background, it’s a recycled canvas.
He closed his eyes just a little bit when I said his name, lashes hiding his yellow irises for a second, and then he reached out and touched my cheek.
I caught his hand and tangled his fingers in mine, fixing my gaze on his face.
“We’ll go. Fine, we’ll go.”