Lake Bismuth swimming in a fish bowl

He glanced back between her and the clay, making adjustments as she went on. Still .. unique, but better. His paw brushed his chin. A thoughtful air about him. His brow furrowed. "Hmr. Are you an artist too?" A bizarre thought — to include himself in the genre. 

He eyed his piece. Something is missing. What, exactly? He was unsure. Perhaps rocks for the eyes would make it prettier. He snagged rigged pebbles from beside him. Hardly the same size. The 'sculpture' made a slightly disturbing sound as the rocks penetrated the messy eye sockets formed. A cry for help, probably.

The stained wolf muttered to himself. Incomprehensible and hushed words. He seemed even more insane than before. She didn’t seem that far off from him though. 

An abrupt stop followed his muttering. "That wasn’t it .."