A moth, so far and yet so close. The fire which lured it in is now well guarded. All that remains from it's wings is ripped and bruised.
Fire spawned the firebloom, growing then rotting then growing again
A selfish, disloyal crow with unattainable wishes. The dust of memories and year-old regrets veiling around heavily.
A she-wolf facing ever-changing twists of fate, learns to keep her cries well muffled.
Watercolors, white acrylic, colored pencils and mechanical pencil.