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A collab between me and Creative-Escape !!
They did the sketch and colored the wolves, I did the lines, background, and final touches!
Everyone go love on Creative, best interactions, sweetest person ever <33

This is based on the rp where Strymir finds a crying Thalia :c
In a sea of red, a flower grows.
It all happened so fast. She remembers her mother returning in the night. She’d woken up when the older wolf stumbled over part of the bedding, not bothering to right herself before collapsing behind her. Thalia took no notice. It wasn’t out of the norm for her mother to return at odd hours. She let her mind drift, listening to the soft warm hues of her mother’s voice as she floated effortlessly into a dreamless sleep.
When she awoke it was still early, the den shrouded in darkness as she struggled to see past the shadows of her home. Everything was silent, not even the call of birds reached her ears. The only thing she could hear was her breathing. Each small little breath slipping past her maw and echoing out in the dark. She yawned, baring her fangs and rolling away from her still asleep mother. Thalia couldn’t pinpoint when she knew something was wrong, perhaps it was when she realised the only sounds were coming from her, or

Description

A collab between me and Creative-Escape !!
They did the sketch and colored the wolves, I did the lines, background, and final touches!
Everyone go love on Creative, best interactions, sweetest person ever <33

This is based on the rp where Strymir finds a crying Thalia :c
In a sea of red, a flower grows.
It all happened so fast. She remembers her mother returning in the night. She’d woken up when the older wolf stumbled over part of the bedding, not bothering to right herself before collapsing behind her. Thalia took no notice. It wasn’t out of the norm for her mother to return at odd hours. She let her mind drift, listening to the soft warm hues of her mother’s voice as she floated effortlessly into a dreamless sleep.
When she awoke it was still early, the den shrouded in darkness as she struggled to see past the shadows of her home. Everything was silent, not even the call of birds reached her ears. The only thing she could hear was her breathing. Each small little breath slipping past her maw and echoing out in the dark. She yawned, baring her fangs and rolling away from her still asleep mother. Thalia couldn’t pinpoint when she knew something was wrong, perhaps it was when she realised the only sounds were coming from her, or