when love is found, it is not always truly known...one may thrust upon the other all they feel and believe or think they believe unto the one they call mate. but until that other shows and grants thee that same affection and care. and only when that same care and affection last for months on end, with little way of faining. only then will you know a Small part of what love is,

this sketch came about during me and my loving mate Noylun's late night conversations, it started with her tackling and noming me, i then thought just what would a tiny raven pummeling a big wolf would look like. the end result...a piece made from the heart. and hope for the soul. also with a "dash" of humor added <tail wags)