Whitefish River graphite

Let's pretend I didn't just do that :P @Evergreen

Deimos is out early today, his legs stiff from their prone position overnight. His muscles aren't as easy to bounce back as he remembers; maybe it's a sign of him getting older, or maybe it has something to do with the fact he has now been alone for too long.

He's yet to be starved for company, but his fur shows his travels. He'd always been a wolf of naturally smooth fur, but time and wildnerness has snagged it. He'll spend some time later grooming the burrs out of his pelt, but right now he's trying to finagle fish from the white rapids. It's not going too well; either it's too early, or the fish are too smart (or maybe both). The final solution would be he's not a great fisher, but Deimos isn't about to admit defeat. After a fantastical failure, he slaps the shimmering water in frustration with a paw and then leaps into the water after the fish, entirely unaware that there's a seeming bear lurking (and marking) his domain nearby.