Drawn at winter, 2006. I named him "Glacies", which fits his background perfectly. He is a shamanistish werewolf, wielding the sacred powers of ice in his mighty soul and staff, currently bending at the foot of the frozen river. This is in fact the first and only picture I've drawn with snow, but I do not expect it to be my last. It wasen't quite difficult to get the inspiration for this piece, as we were at the very same day having one blizzard after the other outside, and staying home from any everyday responsibility. As you see though, I choose for once to have the poor thing wear at least a small piece of cloth. I bet you wouldn't like to be completely nude in the snow either, would you?