The great hound had clambered awkwardly over the roots and carried the huntress her vantage point. Jasp couldn’t believe that he had not been discovered, but then he’d been so long amongst the rot and decay that he felt his body would soon become a part of it.
From my sketchbook. I only like parts of this drawing which finished yesterday while attempting distraction from awful stomach cramps and a fluey temperature. I consider this a, ‘comfort’, drawing, similar to comfort eating, though easier on the waistline. Pretty much begun in one corner without knowing where the rest of it is going and full of elements I like and are easy to draw, such as tangled roots and skulls.