So in the cluttered world that is my headspace, there is a world. This world is ruled over by gods- gods may choose a champion to bestow their power (and form) on. They are not good guys. One of the gods is Roathus, the wolf, whose mournful cry strikes longing into those that hear it- a sensation of losing something important, a misery. His most prominent champion is Pitch, a shadowy black wolf who is insane by all definitions. Likes to talk to himself, collects stray dogs. Probably has fleas... Pitch is doing his gods will; causing suffering in the dark of night by stealing important things that people might miss... jewellery, love letters... newborn babies... good ol' Pitch.

this was a test run, one day would like to do the full comic starting from the start but for now, thumbnails! :D