(Not my best work but it felt I needed to draw him at some point.)

Malingon I remember much from my childhood. He would always appear in my happy place. Soft snow always falling softly in a forest with trees that had grey,black, and white splotches on the bark. Of course they had to leaves, they just kind of stood bare. Snow would continuously fall but it would never rise more then a few inches from the ground. It was cold but it was silent place. Nothing else lurked except Fang in the shadows.

At the time I didn't really know Fang but I knew Malingon. Always silent and mostly expressionless. He played with me as a child and looked after me. Till a day I grew up to much and had to say good bye to my long loved friend. Maybe he's looking after another soul now but I can only think happy thoughts.

Malingon was odd in the idea he never spoke. However his eyes would say everything. They were solid black orbs. The gloss of them would reflect everything he saw back to you. Sometimes more then just that. His strongest feature. There were times I didn't see his nose or the rest of his face but the eyes were always solid. He has a strange thing with lighting. One could say he was always white as snow. Almost appearing to vanish into it at times. So this is why I couldn't give him much shading. Light and shadows do not effect him on the same as normal objects. He always appeared as the whitest he could be. He did sometimes have a cream white hue to his fur but I think white made him who is.