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"Oh!" She cried out once, quietly, unbelieving. And she changed."
This is an illustration to a short story of the same name. The story is from a suite of four stories, all set in different parts of the same fictional continent - Shymeria - and representing each of the four seasons. Wolfwind is the winter story, about a young female wolfen. It is a tale of redemption after loneliness and long estrangement.
If you would like to see this picture in more detail, this image links to a larger version. The larger version is 140 k in size.
Digitally painted in Photoshop.
This picture was an Editor's Pick at Epilogue in June 2005