..and so Lauram rushed through the club to a quiet city in search of the wolf from her dreams. Halfway to the door, the vixen's journey was interrupted by the magenta and platinum coproprietor appearing in front of her. Cordovia had been shouting at the pale furred fox for the last minutes for her attention, but Lauram was too absorbed in her hunt to notice. Cordovia also held an old photo in a gloved hand. Time had worn down edges and unfortunately torn the addressee's name. The illusionist found the photo while heading up to investigate the thuds and slams coming from the main office. Leaving the fox to reminiscence, her counterpart disappeared as fast as she made herself known. Lauram now stood in the middle of the hall, lost in her memory.

Testing Rebelle 5 since it was on sale by redrawing the first picture I drew of Lauram. The brushes were pretty nice out of the gate, so that's a big plus.