The Wolf crouches down next to a tree, spying his quarry, a flower upon the forest floor.

He makes his attack, swift and fierce, plucking it from it's stem.

He adds it to his ever-growing collection.

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As always, art is hard, yet i still seek to create.

AN: mostly made this piece because where I live, we just got snowed in pretty bad... so I can't wait until the outdoors is more habitable once more.