The wolf has perhaps outgrown his magenta cave. He’s so big and he barely fits and scrapes his scrawny vertebrae on the hanging stalactites. The three crows have been wondering about the unpleasant noises coming from the cave. Will they depart, terrified? Or will they stay at a respectful distance and offer to help the wolf find someplace a little more commodious?
10-29-20a: watercolor, pastel, ink